Dying world, bled by greed
Fearsome man-beasts stalk the night
Blind with cruelty, and with need
Despairing, will not see the light

From this pool of black despair
A flower most effulgent grows
Petals shining bright and fair
Blissful scent from stamen flows

Upon each petal a smiling face
No avarice to soot the eyes
Their deeds of kindness interlace
Above the dark this flower rise

Still, flowers can be torn apart
And each petal wilts and dies
But from compassion, its golden heart
Strong new petals will arise

Other seeds in darkness live
Blooms wait to see the sun someday
A guiding light this flower gives
Its light will never fade away

Flowers of Sanga