Carpe diem

O pretty little buds of roses
Come and gather, no time to waste

Because one day they'll bloom beautifully,
the next day wither away

So what's the point of even plopping out of their green shells?

'Just to be there,' the sky said, 'to declare to the world of your being'
in the end of the day, you'll find your own phrase,
a little part of that majestic poem of the world

will it be a word, or a paragraph, no one knows

So my dear, before we wither away,

While you're in your full bloom

Seize the day

-although, I wonder if I can really plant this into my soul,

even if I have grasped the meaning?-