A beautiful flower alone in a desert,
waiting for a lonely traveler to admire it's beauty.
All the angels in heaven look down on this beautiful flower,
showering it with light and compassion,
this beautiful flower as lonely as can be.
Lonely is this beautiful flower, as lonely as can be.
Standing still, watching and waiting.
All the earth moves, but this flower, this beautiful flower stands still, holding it's place in the world.
Gently blowing in the breeze.
Gently blowing in the breeze, oh so gently blowing.
It's beauty is beyond measure, beyond understanding, beyond comparison to any other thing in this world.
Any other building, and other art piece, any other ocean.
It's beauty rests in my mind, my heart, my soul.
This beautiful flower is me.
