The last sustaining breath of air,
Now departs the summer flower,
As the frost calls unto him,
To return home to the kingdom of dust.

Poor flower, such piquant aroma,
And beautiful color dwelling in his petals
In the youthful days of the spring season.
Sweet naivety once embracing the ingenuous romance,
As youthful hopes and promises filled his spirit,
And worry lied dormant.

But now, aged and withered,
Lying silent in the dust,
He can only dream of the steps once taken,
In the great fields of spring,
Alongside his enchanted romance,
Moving to the melodies played by the breath of God.
Ah, the memories of the musical wind and the youthful dance of love!

Only dreaming now… Of his past steps to maturation,
Through the staircase of life,
And the light of wisdom that guided the climb.
And of the self-serving petals that were forgotten,
And of the happiness that caressed his heart,
At the sight of others delight,
With every comforting taste of his fruit.

Forever dreaming of when his soul
Welcomed peace into his being,
After his eyes looked to the horizon
In the vast fields of summer,
To see his beautiful seedlings grown,
And the great lives he had sewn.

But it should be known:
Before life bid farewell,
The flower pondered what a life he lived,
Where the last question would be:
‘Which season brought with it
The greatest enjoyment of all?’

The life of man in this world of ours!