From you I would learn endurance.
And you flowers,
what is the secret of your gentle end?
You can tell me
how to let go of the sunlight.
You know there's no point in struggling
when the day is done.
That's the lesson I fear the most,
and the one that's hardest to learn.
Easier to be a suffering stone in the river
than one of you flowers
with all your delicate beauty.