Now that my petals

Are starting to fall,

I fear

If you would still think

Of my colors

When I am gone.

Would you still recall

My sun-kissed hue

If winter

Would cover me

With its freezing blankets

Of snow?

Would you hold me

In my sleep

And keep

My warm thoughts

In your memory?

At spring time,

Would you wait

For my re-birth

To start life anew?

To welcome you.

We’ll bathe

In love

Under the sun.

To grow

Bunch of buds

Of cherished moments.

But soon,

The summer sun

Would be ending.

Before it sets,

Let me leave you

With lovely droppings.

May my colors

Would sustain us

‘Til next spring.