Basically, the poem reminds powerful people that their power is only temporary. However much powerful people may wish to think that their power is immortal, they are only deceiving themselves.
There aren’t any choices shown? so i’d assume an alternative would be ‘state of mind’.
Answer:
Bountiful Givers,
I look along the years
And See the flowers you threw
Anemones
And sprigs of gray
Sparse heather of the rocks,
Or a wild violet
Or daisy of a daisied field.
Here You go
