"Poem for the Breeze", 1970 by Michael F. Nyiri

Living -- an uneventful life
Showing -- it's beauty, so great.
It can only wave in the wind,
Or stand still, and be contented to wait.
We see it's petals with dew,
So valiantly strewn, like the rain --
The flower still stays alone,
But who knows, can it suffer the pain?
Elegant flower, so stiff, yet so limber,
People can think and enamor,
The flower stays there -- silhouhetted
Against the evening's glamour.
To be-- just to be, without living
A life filled with love like a man,
But a flower is spared the sadness,
Of the broken-heart life of a man.