I know the dew drops live on wild flowers With moving wind and calming breeze to temper Knowing how beauty extinguished with noon Come the cold end of summer, ardent and true
Yet, like a sorrowed raindrop that descends Without swoop and decline, a bird can't ascend Song after tune followed by chirp, music resumes Until welkin and hell merge, as dust consumes
For I know that pure love lasts an eternity Whenever the roses lose colorΒ quickly Giving an innocent bud, beauty Though, I know spring awaits the many
Placing that remnant of our affection gently It is with great sadness, petals fall patiently
Beneath a conscious will to live is nothing but escape Today I learned to be grateful for all the things I have in my life. I learn this lesson of gratitude because one must exalt themselves in artistic and spiritual expression. I have left past behind meaningfully looking to the future.