All That Lies Between

It is a beauty and a brillianceFlashing up in its destructance;For, everything isn’t here to stay its ＂best＂;It’s merely there to die in its sublimeness.Like slow fires making their brands, it breeds; Yet, ever consumes and moves on, as more it feeds, Then spreads forth anew, this unpurposed dispersion, An inexorable emergence with little reversion, Ever becoming of its glorious excursionsThrough the change that patient time restrains, And feasting upon the glorious decayed remains, In its progressive march through losses for gains.