Why are there flowers?

Why are there flowers in the field?

Why does the sun shine so?

Why do the animals never yield,

To the one who'll always glow?

The river flows forever,

Forever with the stream.

Stop, it will surely never,

For it glides within a dream.

The night comes dark and true.

Everything turns deep blue.

When the moon may shine on you,

For on me it has no hue.

My tomb lies cold and white

But nature does not care

That I perished in the fight

And I'm now no longer there.

Why do the fields have flowers blooming?

Why don't they shed a tear for me?

Why are the animals still grooming,

Ignoring that I cannot be?