To a flower that tries to hate its very waters
The waters that nurture and grows
For everyday is hopeless without water
To a flower that tries to grow
May the sunlight reflects your beauty
The very beauty you wish not to see nor touch
As the very waters you wish to hate have been inside of you
You hate your own beauty, for which the waters once adored
To a flower that hides between the bushes
May you find peace in your growth
May the Earth find true waters to come
To a flower
For now you must grow
For now you must remember
The Earth would always be a refuge
The Earth would always be a place to come home
Before and after death
