Is it the weather for it?

The camelia is out So I pity it... That bloom won't last the day There will be hundreds more attempts Perhaps one will hit the kind of weather it needs I've spent hours sometimes Just trying to remove spoiled flowers But the beauty lasts just a day or so And it is beautiful To be in the right place At the right time A bit like that sweet spot When with your crowd And all the jokes are funny Your songs are played And you dance Without caring about the moves Untainted joy Lasts just one day or two Then it's over