Too, the rose petals fall again to me
Autumn glances, the color of my eyes,
with Winter
in my heart as well, but coldly
wishes whoosh in the wind, like petals together
The flower is gone
the scent like us, does not linger
there are only many a thorn
and, but beauty to remember
Why do flowers die
there is no simple answer
only to awe and accept forever, why
In my garden, prays an ancient Warrior
that beseeches the good Earth and I
to dream another special flower
"blossom Home,,, nigh"
