I give shades of happiness and love to all,
but my emotions wilt like leaves and fall.
The truth of life is hard to define,
to my fate I resign.
I fill hearts with hopes of new beginnings,
and get crumpled beneath feet as forgotten wishes.
Stark realities mark this world,
for it, pain and hurt are just words.
I am the source of lavish splendor,
deep within I am fragile and tender.
No one knows of my agony,
alone I face this harsh reality.
Abundant harvest, fruits I offer,
still nothing ever in my fate alters.
I see them slip moment by moment,
and pray humbly for my atonement.