What there has risen
like despair is naught;
fair as a life; nascent,
and ne'er distraught!
What there has risen
like time is naught
on moments
has a sway,
like in moments stilled
it lives
an eternal day.
It is but a flower
albeit for a day;
in the wakes of twilight,
like a scarlet ray,
into the grand eve
it will fade away.
wow jai.