Beauty
O flower teach me beauty
so pure
even if only a single petal remains
its lure does not lessen
So confident
even when collapsed by wind
or wilted under snow
it harbors no doubt
So contagious
the heart must meet
loveliness with loveliness
Teach me beauty which endures
to offer itself
even in death
Beauty so simple
when inspected
its reason cannot be found
And so perfect
even the twisted one
may stand tall
