It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make men better be:
Or standing long as oak, three hundred year,
To fall at last, dry, bald and sere:
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 proportion we just beauty see;
And in short measure, life may perfect be.
The flowers in Church have been donated in Thomas’ memory by his family and arranged by Ann Pradhan.
Thomas Burton 12th July 2000 – 9th July 2014