flower born in a meadow, I enjoy perfect happiness With my brightly colored petals in full bloom. Surrounded by an eager cloud of bees, I dance gaily, swaying gently with the wind. When a fine rain falls, my petals warp around me; When the sun shines I open like a smile. Right now I look well enough, But I won’t last long. Not at all. Unwelcome frost will dull the vivid colors, Till turning brown I wither. Thinking of this, I am disturbed. Later still, winds — violent and merciless — will tear me apart until I turn to dust. . . .
