19 January 2013
Die in winter Grow in spring, What will our Wide futures bring?
In the ground They grow tall, Some however Can be small.
Don't judge them We're not the same, Tall or small Who's to blame?
Sun is shining Though the ground, Leaves will grow Without a sound.
Life continues Seasons will end, But broken flowers We cannot mend.
Trample the plants Grow some more, Open one choice Close the other door.
Growing Flowers. • Opuss № I