Picked or left a flower has one cycle to live, then it comes back round again.
May this now represent the love that we know, each time it will blossom and even go.
Yet always to return as beautiful as before, knowing each time its rooted at the core.
Our ability to grow and enjoy the worlds floor, connection with an energy to need No door.
I think it may be true when they say, this feeling can conquer all
The only requirements is time mixed nurture and letting go to hold on
With the tears from tomorrows unwritten song