It is Not Growing Like a Tree by Benjamin Jonson (1572 - 1637)
It is not growing like a tree in bulk doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere [means "dry"]:
A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night - It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
The heart of the idea might say that our great and profound philosophical quests exploring the universe for beauty and truth -- they fade and are lost in the sands of time. Yet the truth of beauty, and the beauty of truth, we can find in the innocence of a flower.