What You See Is a Field of Flowers

What you see is a field of flowers.
Many bloomed easily and wilted,
Imagining they were here to stay.
Do not scoff. For us, it is the same.

Many bloomed easily and wilted,
Others cling tight to their youthly buds
Imagining they are here to stay
Curling round and round within themselves.

Those who cling tight to their youthly buds
Caressing their own soft virgin skin
Curling round and round within themselves
Are slow to perish, but surely will.

Do not scoff. For us, it is the same.