Flowers in every human day
Nothing is different when life goes on
Chased by time and doing many things that we want
Ending the night with a tiredness that is not commensurate
And going through the night with a deep sleep by time
Nothing special and everything looks boring
Humans live with all their choices
and end up illusory
Then what is the point of life?
If everything ends flat
The answer is meaningless,
everything has been determined by HIM
A pet bird that flies freely
eventually returns to its cage
Like a human who has many desires
but ends when he is gone
Everything has been determined by God
when he sees you in a picture
The appearance, nature and heart of a human being have been determined by him
with different thoughts
Cruel, ironic, deadly
and full of strong selfishness
That's the cry of humans
when God does not answer all their requests
Then until when will everything be illusory
and tightly bound? Until the flower of life blooms again
Into the human soul full of feelings
When faith can defeat the desire that is so writhing
When it can be controlled, a feeling of love will arise in the human mind
Pure feelings will be felt the same as when a mother gives birth to a child
A strong bond that is formed between two humans who initially did not know each other
Like a sailing boat that runs
through the chasing waves
The captain must always be ready to surrender to fate when guiding a ship
That's how a mother who with all her might
surrenders to the Almighty
Risking her life for the arrival of an eternal child
The blooming of life will only begin with the birth of a person into the world
Through her mother's womb that guards her
for nine months
That is the beginning of human life
into a world full of mortality
Which will eventually erode the pure soul of her heart with various desires
Making humans forget everything they have
And making them meaningless humans
like a shadow
Humans only have time to live and die once
Like chaff that lives freely in the ocean
Looks so thorny and alone means
Swimming freely in all directions without pressure
Dismissing all the hidden desires that are awaited
And searching for identity through various lives
There are times when humans are weak by problems
Tiredness, thirst gnawing at the spiritual and physical
Desperate in going through various trials
with a restless heart
Searching for the Greatest with humility
Trying to find answers through a resigned heart
And waiting for an answer
to the problems that occur
Just like a flower in a group of thorny bushes
There will be a time when the flower must die because it is crushed by thorns
But there will be a time when the flower will live again
Because of the coming of the sun that comes to shine
Until the flower slowly blooms freeing itself
And re-blooms through time
until the seasons change
Humans only need to live the day
and live the dream
By continuing to try to improve themselves
until the flower in the heart blooms again