one fell to the ground every now and then.. <br />the rust earth covered with yellow flowers <br />carelessly strewn <br />Yet how carefully made.. <br />a closed mouth each <br />protective of the pitcher of nectar beneath <br />and the musky smell <br />intoxicatingly sweet <br /> <br />Up above <br />a bevy of ants were climbing the trunk <br />greedy for more; <br />A lonely squirrel though <br />searched in the blades of the grass <br />for lonely flowers; <br />At the tugs of a gentle breeze <br />more flowers fell from the trees, <br />all over me, <br />all over the ground, <br />some hid under old leaves, <br />some rolled around <br /> <br />I spent many a lonely hour <br />reclining in peace <br />amidst the flowers <br />where bliss pervaded the deep abyss <br />of my cobwebbed soul<br /><br />Dorothy Sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mohua/
