I wander in a wilderness
I float on falling leaves.

Things coming and going,
I watch them
tearful, sometimes.

Time and space passing by,
I have only a moment
to notice.

What is, passes
like a flower
passing a moving carriage.
Mourn the flower past
and lose the moment now.

I rejoice.
God
You give the flower,

and the wilderness.

Bless You. Bless You. Bless You.