Gently dancing in the sun

Gently dancing in the sun,
Wildflowers grow;
they bloom,
are gone.

With no thoughts,they have no cares;
And their lives are gentle prayers.
May I walk in such a way
That I am alive to this day.

So I see with widening view,
And joy and sorrows embrace too.
Then my time will come like yours

And of us nothing shall endure.

As to the earth our bodies go,
All are one;it shall be so