Flower and Tree

"Life's purpose is to give please, Beauty's everywhere on earth, happiness; rejoice for birth! Good fortunate is up for seize" Foretold a young flower, by the river, so idle, so tiny, you hear hails, but near this river dwelt an old sad tree, whose message is heavy, had this to tell: "Life's purpose is to endure and to find rest at last. Are all the stars worth the pain, agony, and scars? Peace can be found, through death. It can"