Oh,like the flowers

When we are born into a happy space
We feel our vulnerability is held
And from  fragmented senses, a self weld
That feels a unity with its new place
When we are born

When we are born , the shock  must strike us hard
At  first , we were a fish in private seas
With mother’s breathing music,company.
Yet  force unknown from  this  sweet space us lured
When we were born

Oh, like the flowers, one day we will die
For some, it is a sudden accident
Or it may be a languid, long descent
Until in arms of angels, we will  cry
And our beloved spouses stand and sigh
Oh.  like the flowers.