the sun is bright,
the light flows through its colour white,
I love the way it blooms and glows,
with the love of the earth and the kiss of the meadow,
but there are times when a gush of wind,
just passes by and shakes it within,
They say that it's the way it is,
the winds and storms strengthen its will...
So when the breeze is just right,
I see my flower blooming bright.