And I shall be of substance now
for thee the flowers inside eyes.
When life ends to display its wrath,
the ground waits for to spout.

I shall kiss from dirt the time,
where people cease to walk in dark.
Where essence it still lives beyond,
the rustling of the trees.

I do bow in thought of leaves,
that for a time must die as me.
To crumble as flowers perish,
to reinvent new style.

Yes, in moment sadness comes,
to see great life fall to the ground.
But then I know the truth is told...
it will next season grow.

Cry I shan’t for death of plants
that all have their life span as me.
For yes we all are one in same
in grace of God's sweet song.