The sentences imitated according to the format of Song of Flowers are as follows:
1. I am a leaf, swaying on the edge of the breeze. I was the hope of that big tree, awakened in the spring. I sleep in the changing seasons and dance for the spring that wakes me up.
2. I am a stone, meditating alone in the mountains. I was the endless grain of sand, shaped by the years. I have been silent for a long time, unfolding for the dream that awakened me.
3. I am a drop of rain, flying alone in the clouds. I was once the mist on the other side, condensed in the warmth. I surrender myself in a moment of descent, nourished by the earth that longs for me.
4. I am a ray of wind, walking alone in the four seasons. I was the invisible energy awakened in the universe. I wandered in the breeze of the moment, blown by the freedom that set me free.
5. I am a star, shining alone in the night sky. I was the hot hydrogen gas that lit up the darkness. I am alone in the cold universe, burning for the darkness that illuminates me.
6. I am a cloud, drifting alone in the sky. I was once the mist on the other side, condensed in the temperature. I devote myself to the dissipation of the moment, shielding the blue sky that longs for me.
7. I am a leaf, swaying alone on the treetops. I was that tiny bud, growing in hope. I grow old in the changing seasons, dancing for the life that carries me.
8. I am a heart beating alone in my chest. I was that endless dream, conceived in reality. I search in the pulse of the moment, beating for the truth that feels me.
9. I am a poem, singing alone in the text. I was that invisible inspiration, awakened in silence. I surrender myself to the creation of the moment, singing to the emotion that feels me.
10. I am a song, wandering alone in the melody. I was the invisible score, awakened in the notes. I surrendered myself to the reverberation of the moment, lingering in the joy of feeling me.
11. I am a painting, blooming alone in the canvas. I was that endless creativity, painted in colors. I give myself in the unfolding of the moment, blooming for the soul that feels me.
12. I am a flower blooming alone in the garden. I was that tiny seed, growing in hope. I grow old in the changing seasons and bloom for the life that carries me.
13. I am a piece of snow, falling alone in winter. I was once the mist on the other side, crystallized in the low temperature. I gave myself up in the moment of melting, falling for that feeling of my purity.
14. I am a drop of water, flowing alone in the river. I was once a raindrop on the other side, gathered in the sea. I sacrifice myself in the rush of the moment, flowing for the life that feels me.
15. I am a stone, standing alone in the mountains and rivers. I was once the endless grain of sand, shaped by the wind. I have been silent for a long time, standing for the power that awakened me.