May our life tangle
Like stems without a thorn -
A beautiful flower
Atop a rose is born.

Whether we germinate
Through the bitter weather,
Flourishing picturesque
Petals fall like feathers.

With Love and Communication
Aligning destinies planets,
Astral stars rotate into place
Wind and air no need to plan it,
Big bang planning
fates open hand,
What a wonderful life,
This universe had planned.