Those beautiful Flowers taught me how to bloom in crisis

O beautiful purple-painted flowers, are you blossoming in that dead wood or trying to teach me your purpose?

 

Thorns are there in that dead wood, still, you bloom like a rose

O Stubborn flowers, you refuse to look around how a dead tree lives with its woes

Truly, you teach me your purpose!

 

Though circumstances oppose, you are the one who brilliantly blooms with a pose!

Truly, you teach me your purpose!

 

Nature is harsh, there is survival of the fittest but you deny to depose

Truly, you teach me your purpose!

 

You give hope to that dead wood that it’s time for meadows even though the doors are closed

Truly, you teach me your purpose!