Youthfulness

In the center of God’s garden lies the fairest

Emanates sweet splendor among left creatures

Surrounded by singing birds flying above airless

Beauty is just a servant of its well-crafted features.

The other beings in the garden burn with desire

When the beauty of the flower bud increases

The petal skin keeps the artist in agony inspired

All man before its tender aroma succumbs in pieces.

But the creator unleashes cursed cruelty to the rose

all its glory fades in sorrow when youthful summer dies,

The rose wilts in terror with the breath of the grim reaper close.

For while the ripe oak grows worthy, by time blessed

The flower by the merciless weight of the years deceases

bitterness blooms, the rose dies, the garden is with tears refreshed.