How precious are the flowers that colour our sights.
As the winds blows, the petals dance with delight.
What is the meaning of life the flowers would ask?
Bud, bloom and blossom and afterwards we will die.
What is the meaning of life, you and I would ask?
A journey of life, we were born to shine then to die.
Through the tunnel of time we were so deep in thought.
Leaving some seeds to unravel the questions we thought.
~ Awakening Moses Wong