Birthday Wish

Spring comes, Bringing novel flowers To this multicolored Earth, A really wretched place actually, If you know the awful truth about it Spring leaves, Taking some flowers with it, Bestowing freedom Upon these fortunate plants Seventeen springs ago, An ordinary flower blossomed On this cursed land. The worst of all curses, Life, Placed on this pitiful plant And a fate worse than death Seasons flew by And the flower withstood The immense force of the elements, Debilitated by great adversity Brought by the years Now with spring close by, If fate shall allow, Hopefully this spring, This dying flower will perish. Its roots turned to ashes And carried by the winds of freedom To the promised eternal paradise Rebirth A garden greets my eyes With its breath-taking beauty And my suffering dies