Flowers marked me,
Standing a blossom tree.
Searching for flowers.
They did come.
Many think
Dreams of flowers
Are real.
I filled flowers with
Offerings.
Flowers is not a message
Flower Should not become a message
Flowers are to wither.
No one needs flowers that
Withered yesterday!
Remembering even
The withered flowers
Is against the Nature!
Flowering tree shouldn;t feel loneliness.
So felling flowers,
I kept my loniless away,
There was no fragrance of flowers
On my trunk
Finally flowers did forget me.
None recognized me.
Each flower hurried to grow.
Is growth a sin?
In the fulfillment of growth
Even if beauty and fragrance are gained,
A fall is inevitable.
I got bored
Looking up again and again.
Can you put me down?
Dreams of flowers
Are real.
I filled flowers with
Offerings.
Flowers is not a message
Flower Should not become a message
Flowers are to wither.
No one needs flowers that
Withered yesterday!
Remembering even
The withered flowers
Is against the Nature!
Flowering tree shouldn;t feel loneliness.
So felling flowers,
I kept my loniless away,
There was no fragrance of flowers
On my trunk
Finally flowers did forget me.
None recognized me.
Each flower hurried to grow.
Is growth a sin?
In the fulfillment of growth
Even if beauty and fragrance are gained,
A fall is inevitable.
I got bored
Looking up again and again.
Can you put me down?
