A winter's night

The lonely flower, so alone,

In the middle of a field,

With nobody, in the cold,

So brightful and revealed.

On a winter night,

A baby arrives,

And blooms at the hour of midnight,

It grows and grows,

Caressing the numbing frost.

For once in its life,

The flower was not alone,

With finally someone to hold,

And someone to share the cold.

On a summer's day,

The sun beams bright,

Melting the snowy ice glaciers,

And nourishing the grass.

While the flowers hold hands.

One takes its final breath,

Once again all alone.