A floral ocean

Of waves red, blue, yellow, and green, 

All swaying in beat, 

Like a tide of rainbows,

A rooted sea. 

And while each thread

In this tapestry from nature, 

Will grow and take their stead 

Amongst the rest, 

They are be blessed

With ignorance, 

Of the forthcoming tests. 

And so let them be, 

Let them taste, 

Let them see, 

Let them love, 

Let them care, 

Let them take, 

Let them break, 

Let them do all 

And nothing, 

Because the day when they leave, 

Is when you will finally see,