Wherever there is the light, the flowers will find it,

They seek it out as the hungry seek out satiation,

And don't give in until they rest in its warmth.

So too the souls of humanity long for fulfillment,

But do not find it in the material.

We search for the light, but only few find it,

And those that do, proclaim its glory.

But not all listen, and will forever be in search of that light.