I should have plucked happiness

Out from everyday

Like cherry blossoms and white roses

From under Eden's care,

Trapped them in glass covers

Just as you had said.

I should have made a habit

To garden all the seeds,

Chased away the hares and rabbits

That harm the garden green

And named each and every flower

For the color of their seed,

And when the year would be done

Our time together elapsed

I would have proof to shoulder.

Your colors of happiness,

In the jar, would perhaps

Warm the colder heart of regrets.

And save us from ourselves.