Untitled Poem by Paolo Giro

Oh bright flower up there,
You are never ashamed;
All I can do is stare,
The beauty you've acclaimed;
Oh bright flower up there.

Oh bright flower up there,
Even when there's sadness,
You just seem not to care;
Carry on with brightness,
All I can do is stare.

Oh bright flower up there,
Even though the end is near,
You core is like apples;
But you can also hear,
The clouds sound like shackles.

Oh birght flower up there,
Live your last moments well,
But please not in despair;
Let your brightness drift off,
You that made millions stare.