A lesson on choosing lessons

The flower beauty of the catalpa tree is very short-lived. Shiny cherry-like, nut-like buds come to shine, just before the popcorn-like blossoms are popped, exposing within a couple of days the inner side of the previously inwardly folded petals. Once the flower opens up, one can clearly understand by the shape of the petals, why it looked like popcorn in its closed state. The inner layout reveals relief structures, and velvety hues of purple and orange. Within one or two days the complete flowers, already turning brown on the edges, are released from the branches, and continue to lose their witness while scattered throughout the lawn. Gently trapped between grass blades, in a matter of days they will be electronically blown away and stuffed into black bags by the gardener.

In the cycles of nature, those are aesthetically, and existentially momentous days but the whole event does not last longer than one week.

Beauty.

It is not an eternal state. It is intermittent. And I wonder as to the intention.

Is the temporal beauty an accentuation on its essence and importance?

Or is the limited presence a demonstration of its lack of importance?