Every flower that blooms withers br Very true is the tale, br Even the brightest and the pale; br Rich in softness, fragrance, beauty and colors br Yet they give out pleasure to others br br Fresher they bloom, duller they wither; br Look at their wonderful journey br Only once they bloom, yet they live on br Within the minds of all, as recollection br Even after many years, as honey br Rightly are they GOD's best creation!br br Manjeshwari P MYSOREbr br