The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.
Perhaps you humans do have short lives, but you do so much with them, always jumping around, always so hasty. And you have the whole world to do it in.