A flower in the field of life.
A fragile stand, just for a time.
Springs forth from under,
To the wonder of all.
Those passing by
Will wonder at its color.
Its sent will calm the butterflies.
As it blooms in all its wonder,
Its time arrives, and so it dies.
As of a flowers’, this life is short.
Springs out from inward places
Those wonder at new life.
Yet as a vapor it quickly passes by.