Song of Flowers

For she hears the audience's innocent call, and she hears the performers' tender reply.

The lovely girl told. She had wandered long, hearing that performer's song.

The girl and her friends raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song.

Is that mourning cry a song? Can it be a song of joy?

The feeling of empathy is life, strength, and breath.

Youth of delight! Come here and see the opening morn, image of truth new-born.

She stumbles all night in the hollow universe.