Flowering Bush as an Apt Metaphor of Existence

Outside the present author's house, on the south east corner, near the front deck, is a bush that flowers every spring, with gorgeous purple/fuschia color. During this time, it is not uncommon for the present author to find multiple - that is, more than one - bumblebees canvassing the petals excitedly.

The flowers last about 7-10 days, then all drop dead, and the bush is left wilted, green and brown and decaying, for the other 355 days of the year.

When Spring first comes around, the sun actually escapes the ever present winter grey, and warmth slowly begins to encroach, one might be inclined to have their mood improve, to take a new outlook on the future, and to feel optimistic. After a week or so has passed, much like the flowers, this beauty will have subsided, and existence resigned to the brown, decaying mass that we all presently inhabit.