Hey Life, wait for me!
She turned around
and smiled sweetly.

She grasped my hand
and gave me a bunch of violets.

I made a garland of violets
and placed it on her hair.
As we ran the fields together
the flowers fell apart
and decorated our path.

They were thrown away
in a thrill of a single day.
Come, follow the violet way.

What would I do with violets?
I would make another garland
and the flowers would fall apart
decorating the trails of my past.

Flying Free