Beauté de l'amitié [Beauty of Friendship]

“ Every day the flowers bloom, along with the sun they rise,
Spreading their fragrance near and far, to everyone’s surprise.
Though they wilt in the heat of the sun and as the dusk comes by.
With a small pint of fresh water, cool air and little time,
They bloom in grandeur, again, when the next day comes by,
Fresh and young with their smell reaching far and wide.
Their smell cannot be captured by the hand, or in a closed room by sand,
Weaving a tangle of joy and peace around us like a magic wand,
Always lingers and rejuvenates us by its reminisces in our heart land.”