Ill wait, to know
Do we like grass wither to grow
Draping the ruby lei
A nesting bird has fallen from its place
Orchis that I once held dear
Orchis in my arms held here
Orchis in the iris sea
Orchis from the firth to growing streams
The way that they were moving
Your life caught in the choosing
The hourglass, like falling leaves from trees
We fade quiet in our blooming
Like flowers in their beauty
Just tender grass that soon will disappear