Oh, let my spirit ever bloom

Through scenic paths, my footsteps trace,
When flowers charm, with lovely grace,
It makes me ponder, deep and true,
What is this journey I go through?
I yearn for more than fleeting years,
To conquer all my mortal fears.
Not like a weed, to wilt and fall,
I want to stand up, strong and tall.

Oh, let my spirit ever bloom,
Beyond the confines of the tomb.
To outlast trees, so grand and high,
Or else, why live, if I must die?
To live past the oak's lengthy span,
Within an eternal grand plan.
If spirit must cease and depart,
What purpose then beats in my heart?

When I stroll where beauty resides,
And a lovely blossom confides,
My thoughts turn to life's deep design,
For this is truly divine.
Not like grass, to fade in a day,
I don't want my time swept away.
This yearning for ages untold,
A story that never grows old.

Oh, let my spirit ever bloom,
Beyond the confines of the tomb.
To outlast trees, so grand and high,
Or else, why live, if I must die?
To live past the oak's lengthy span,
Within an eternal grand plan.
If spirit must cease and depart,
What purpose then beats in my heart?