Flowers are like life,
And life has meaning,
And meaning has purpose,
But when the flower dies,
Where would life go?

We are like those flowers,
We grow, we bloom,
We bloom, we die,
We die, but life comes back again.

When our souls are gone from the world,
Just means another soul has been born,
Our life means nothing, but everything,
For we were created with loving care.

Good or bad, naughty or nice,
Your life means something,
When you have something, you have purpose,
Meaning, you are a beautiful flower in a field.

Even if you die,
Your life means everything,
Do not take yours for granted,
For you are so much more in our eyes....