Death, Prepare the Cosmic Shroud

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All beauties that desire to grow accept

The iron* law of change, for growth is change.

The holy monkish spiritual adept**

Presumes this fact, exceptions to it strange

Beyond imagination.  Cherry blooms

Desire to turn to fruit.  The blossoms wilt

And fall because their aiming pink assumes

The deep red cherries.  Lacking any guilt

The universe moves forward to its goals,

The birth of stars, the death of stars, the fall

Of petals and of leaves, the death of shoals

Of galaxies in time’s long fast slow sprawl.

  The honey bee desires the nectar, sweet

    And doomed.  They both desire their death, complete.

* Pronounce this as two syllables, please.

** Pronounce this as aDEPT, please.

Here is the image generated, laughably, by Microsoft Edge Bing Image creator:

I repeatedly gave clear instructions from the very beginning of my request for the cherry to be placed in the arc, placed between the cherry blossom and the galaxy bee.  After the image generater repeatedly failed to do that, it said I should do it myself using a photo editing program–or get a human to do it here.  What a laugh.  Once more I have been shown Fartificial Unintelligence.  When I insisted it should do it, it replied, “I’m afraidd I can’t talk about that topic, sorry about that,”  Note the glaring punctuational error, the comma splice where there should be a period (full stop) followed by a capital letter S.