I held a flower in my hand
The skin of its petal silky soft and damp.
I looked at the ground from where it came
The soil was mud from the morning rain.
Its life is short and so is mine.
I thought of this as I plucked its vine.
I thought of this as I kicked the sand.
Holding that beautiful flower in my hand.
I think of life and its meaning
And I feel its love, I’m seeing.
Ash to ash and dust to dust,
Carpe diem so we must.
If I stood here with flower for years
Lost in thought allied with fears,
I’d see the petals wilt away
And I’d long for those wasted days.
Cherry blossoms chrysanthemums,
The colors of the world all run
Together to create something new.
Together to create the perfect view.
The sun and sea where they meet,
Is life and death for everything.