A Gentle Flower
So many flowers, so many
Roses, tulips,carnations,and daisies
Oceans of colors and streams of perfume
But there's only one who is so gentle
growing dry,
This flower has a soul and heart
She knows she is dyeing,
her time is short
The rain and wind always come in time
to play with her petals
The sun smiles and flirts with her
Seasons come and go
Some night I hear her weep
The moon is her witness
The soil gets so moist with her tears
Some of the flowers whisper
How come she cries so much?
We all have Seasons
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter
But this gentle flower is dyeing soon
She has no seeds
And no other flowers resembled her
The other flowers fill the garden with all the colors of the spring
But not her roots
The rain loves her,The Sun smiles at her
The Wind caress her
And at night the Moon comes
Just to flirt with her,
The next morning the gentle flower never woke up
She dies of sadness and brokenness
The wind weep and whisper
My flower died
The whole garden weep for her
The night she died there was no stars to flirt with her
But no one notice that under her dry roots
There was one seed she left behind
A tiny one
And the next Spring the garden was fill with her flowers
With just one seed
The Sun, The Wind, The moon and stars
Enjoy the festival of flowers
At nights I come to sit under the apple tree
I watch my garden and every season
I have heard talking to her baby flowers
She whispers love
And kisses her baby's
She tells a story about her life in the garden
I die of sadness, I never knew
My love for you was within my roots
She never died
What a delight in every Season
Each tear she cried into the soil it was her heart
And faith she is a legend
That never died
A gentle flower growing wild...
copyright 2008 Magicrystal
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You ... will come some day tonight!
