Sweet Flower
Fresh bloom of a June morning
Appeared in the middle of my front garden
Like a gift from from god singing
And winking like close friend of mine
I sat many mornings so close
To share love that I held so dear
I was jealous of those bees
And dews with love so pure
This flower just rose from nowhere
For I never seen it before
It begun as a small green stem
Afterwards it became a bloom
My friend wasn\'t a wildflower
With exotic fragrance and color
Nor a noble garden nymph
A poet celebrate in an epitaph
For simple was its smell
And humble was its gradience
There were no more graceful flower in my eyes
In all place I ever seen
Storms are scary indeed
A stormy night a gave way for mourning
My friend was laying lifeless in mud
When I came near another morning
Evenings, I gaze through my window
In a hope to see a glimpse of storm
It would bring my friend from a meadow
It took once away from my home.