Invisible in Its Time

Not till the day is done
Does man long for the sun.
As the light was never missed while it shone,
A flower is not noticed till it's gone.
If all beauty is fleeting
Then it does not allow time for a greeting.
To the flow of time it submits
So the present eye it cannot befit.
Never seen is the sublime
For it is invisible in its time.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading, I know I haven't been on in a while, I've been doing a lot of studying for end of year tests.