March of the Flowers

One by one, we march. We march

Our branches tired. Our leaves are wearied

One by one, we struggle on

Each breath of wind, each gust of saints reminds us of our daily grace

"March on. March on," the blue birds call

For our brethren gayly fall

"March on. March on," hawks screech with awe

One by one, we shed the tear

Our limbs are cold. Our children hurried.

Each drop of rain, each milk of gods reminds us of our time to face

"March on. March on," the mother sings

For wisteria paths sweetly swing

"March on. March on," the bells do ring

One by one, we die in peace

Our lives are short. Our colors burried.

One by one, we march. We march