A thousand flower suns
amidst a green galaxy;
a childlike painting of wonderland
that became reality.

Your power shines a happy calm
upon every human heart,
and graces with unseen brushwork
the canvass of human art.

Regardless of how far the miser
from life's concert be,
you still provide your piano smile
and a bouquet of dignity.

And though curious lovers
pluck your petals
the way time's snow is from the hair,
you always provide the right answer
by minding how you tear.

Your beautiful, but white eyelashes
make you more humble than your sister rose,
O, how the beauty of God's creation
puts to shame all poets' prose!