The Flower

Where does a flower, go, father When it has flowered, Inwards or outwards Child—it doesn't matter All that matters is, is That it has flowered And took root within your soul. Father shall it die. When the ice covers it, Will it perish from the cold? Child—it doesn't matter All that matters is, is That its roots have entwined Your heart and, you can never die. Father—is I a flower too? Yes my son, In the Garden of Eden Father—where is this Garden? Focus child, look around you Inwards or outward Does not this love un-bridle you? Are you not a flower too?