The colors would bloom to its brightest piece
The scent you'd smell to a distant wish
So proud to stand to it’s every deed
And then I thought this is how it lived

The beauty it gave has gazed my ears
To any February it wiped their tears
The magic it holds when it was just a seed
And then I thought this is how it lived

A simple second of his dearest bliss
Like a gift of your short but beloved kiss
A cold and long sadness which you have freed
And then I thought this is how it lived