The purest form of contentment is a TREE.
He stands tall all the time without fear,
Bends when strong winds try to tear it down.
Yet continues to sprout new leaves in spring,
Only to shed them again in fall,
Never skipping the beat of LIFE...
And all of this without a single cry.

The purest form of beauty is a FLOWER.
She shows with pride all her vibrant colors,
As if demanding constant attention,
Though only to color your LIFE with joy;
To light your path on the eternal Way.
Giving you the strength and courage
Embodied in her fragile being.