Are they aware the sultry flowers? br Of the colors that they wear, br Clustered in hundred, they recite br But of the tale, words are unaware br br Vibrating strings do they know? br Of their harmonious tune br Cratered and rocky he truly is br Only Earth sees beauty of the moon br br Innocent mind cannot tell apart br Genuine men from fake br It can’t sense your ignorant heart br To me, what difference you make! ! !br br Seema Aarellabr br