In the fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
As if earth can turn to ash,
Life holds on,
For every seed in the ground,
A new form of life is born,
Other things may be corrupted,
But one still is not,
Time goes by,
Life starts to expand,
Death is just a factor,
When new things are born after another,
As if blossoming flowers have gathered all around.