The Flower in the blue
To bear the pain,to bear the cold.
To bear the autumn in one's fold,
And yet exude the colors of gold,
is indeed the Art to Live,I am told.

She sure is a great teacher of wisdom so profound-
That what you lived by is known,
by what you've left around.
She said this once,when I was blue,
Go find the one more woeful than you,
Pick me up,with all tenderness too
and share me with the one more woeful than you.
As you smile and share your woe,
u'll find the pain dissappeared much long ago.

And oh,I realised what she had left behind...
A more fragrant world,
with happiness inside.
She said this,yes the flower in the Blue...
LIVE A LIFE THAT LIVES LONGER THAN YOU!