OH FLOWER!

Oh Flower!

Your bud,

Reminds us our sin-free childhood. 

Your blossom,

Evokes us when we are in youth.

Your droop,

Jogs us our old age.

Your fall,

Foretells us our farewell. 

Your thorns,

Call up our excruciation. 

Your worms,

Think of our vices and weaknesses. 

Your short life,

Enlivens us to smile. 

To help others become happy.

O flower! How human-like and humane you are!