The flowers make me happy,
They make me think
Of life, love, death,
Old endings and new beginnings.
The flowers make me happy,
They make me aware
Of shapes, colours, scents
This world is made of.
The flowers make me happy,
They make me feel gracious
For taking birth,
On this beautiful floral earth.
Not a brooding rose,
I crave the sinful poppy.
Not dawn's pale orange,
I want the pure red of dusk.
Not some white silk,
I dream of scarlet satin.
For I have spent many a night hidden away,
I now desire the thrill of flying away.
The long, winding, disappearing
Trails of life; tracing
Through I forge ahead,
Finding myself while getting lost
Silence and music
Walking together
Hand in hand,
While I step along
The long winding disappearing
Trails of memory; tracing
Through I trudge ahead
Reminiscing the old while creating the new
Branches old and new
Mingle together
Forming a story,
While I lament
The long winding disappearing
Trails of serenity, tracing
Through I stride ahead
Hunting for a lost treasure
Along the forest trails!!
Have you ever seen a tree,
A plant, be jealous of a lei?
Have you ever seen a flower,
Living on the tree forever?
Such is life, a tree having moments,
As ephemeral as blossoms,
Some bear fruits, some die,
And some become his lei.
Have you ever seen a bloom
Masking it's fragrance?
Have you ever seen a tree
Squirreling it's fruits?
Such is the generosity,
Of nature, of life.
And that is the destiny,
Of being human and humanity.
