A flower I am; opened my eyes
To the gentle touch of a warm sunrise
A soft breeze kissed my petal,
Welcoming me into the world to settle

My body swirled with air
While my fragrance started to flair
Bright and colourful was my day
Until a harsh hand plucked me away

Pain flooded through my stalk
While I fell helplessly into a cloth sack
In moments came another hand,
And forcefully strung me into a garland

A day it was bright and beautiful
Yet, it made me feel weak and mournful
Little did I feel happy with such life
While all those struggles increased my grief

Only then, I opened my eyes to notice
That I was hanging as the creator’s necklace
A sense of joy and peace I found at most
As I closed my eyes while serving him at last