When a bee flies from a flower to another flower <br />collecting pollen, <br />I can feel the flower's depression. <br />But she never says; 'leave me alone' <br />and she always bloom. <br />Blossom, I thought you are everlasting. <br />But eventually the unchanging rigorous wind <br />comes from a wrong direction <br />and he takes you away, <br />where a place call far beyond infinity? <br /> <br />Dedication to the poetess / friend Melvina.Germain<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gardener-cries-in-the-autumn/
