F L O W E R
Straight as a line blossoming as the stars that shine. All that we wish to stay rests and then flies. That has not long to stay and dies on someday like someday it's petals wither and I gaze and gaze till it's shine dies and my heart cries.
For the crimson flower of my life is eaten by the harsh reality of this world and no hand can muster the fallen withered petals.
Henceforth use your flowers when there's time to service and pluck it while there is time.