Classic Poem

One flower lying behind the bars,
one flower lying before the bars,
one flower lying beside the bars,
one flower lying beside that one.

All around the sky is cloudy.
Flowers here, flowers there.
One flower lying behind the bars;
open the bars, an even higher wall will appear.
We will appear, simply dying and living.
Flowers will be seen walking,
not walking in time, but singing in time.
Even in winter they will be seen.

One flag is there, not slipping down the pole
but poised in the middle of the flagstaff.
One flower lying behind the bars.