Just like a new born child
The plants are so tender and kind.
In the womb of petals
Enjoying the warmth and affection,
Little by little they grow.
Breaking all their chains,
They dance when it rains.
Before reaching their destination
Of blooming as a flower,
They embrace the sunshine and every wind scar.
By then comes their time to bid adieu,
They wither away leaving their hues.