Through the wind and the rain,
The silence and the chaos,
The light Anemone blooms,
his white petals appear fluorescent in the field.
She is as strong as a lion
Until the very end,
When there is a suspicious sound,
Creeping in. 
That late fall day,
The turn of winter,
The darkness came,
The flower bewildered. 
He covered his soft petals,
To keep away from the terrible darkness,
Until each petal fell
One by one.
There was no turning back
For that precious little flower,
But in the heavenly field of peace
Will the little Anemone bloom again.