To commemorate this day of new life I have written a poem.
May the flame of my life burn brighter each day.
Shall I compare thee to a Crimson Bouquet
Thou art more fiery and more vibrant:
Ominous Rainfall poured down on the sweet flowers of the day
And that which burned twas tainted
The fair and noble heart twas lead astray
The Lingering Carmine a grieving gest
In the end the witch had but cursing to say
Sent to a Garden of Eternal Rest
But thy Bouquet shall not fade
Nor lose it’s Floral Incense
For even death know why thou flame is made
And thou vision is that of purest sense
A life with wu Wei and a farewell with grace
So when time comes for the Butterfly’s Embrace:
Know so long as I can breathe and my eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
