To live is like
Flowers blooming;
Always another day
To die, is just
To fade away.
Bring on the sunshine
And let her open up.
She needs it to
Fill her loving cup.
The ground is warm,
The grass is green,
Her heart is
Fluttering open.
Death can only bring,
A stop to these things.
So bloom while you can,
Until doom is at hand.