Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it.

Wherever there is love, the flowers will bind it.

Wherever there is life, the flowers will mind it.

Wherever there’s memory, the flowers will remind of it.

If the petals and the stems were to decay,

If the water inside them went away,

if the remnants of their raiments were to stay,

this would reflect my life as gray.

To embrace flowers like they’re friends

to take them all into my hands,

they bring me comfort, my heart mends

while to their beauty I tend.