The sun is now shining and it's coming through
It lands in a garden twice covered with dew
The dew of the purpose is layered on top
Of dew that is laden with beauty non-stop
Down under both layers, the flowers still breathe
Of air that was filtered by blowing through leaves
The fragrance of flowers will speak of the truth;
Ripe flowers with best scents make way for the youth

This truth is the same for people we know
The old and the wise just go with the flow
So, do we get smarter the older we are?
Does age help us heal an emotional scar?
Do we get mellowed by our years on this earth?
Or have we done nothing at all since our birth?
Do people and flowers age just the same?
If yes, then our ripeness won't cause any shame.