In The Fertile Fields Of Our Beings
Tiny Seeds Are Sown
And They Always Grow
And Become Flowers
They Also Exude Scent
And Display Bright Colors
To The Sun

And They Wilt Before
We Know It
Simply Because We Are Too Busy
We Could Have Given
These Seeds Enough Time
To See How They Become
Themselves
So Beautifully That We Could
Have Adored Them
Even In A Single Moment
A Very Brief Moment
Yet We Didn’t And Now We Are Sad
In This Regret
This Reminiscing