Everything dies!

It feels like Autumn is around the corner. I did a bit of deadheading today, usually new blooms are waiting in the wings, but less so today, it brought a bit of Tennyson to mind.

Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.
Spring will come never more.
O, vanity!
Death waits at the door.