Blossoms lost just yesterday,
another day has come and gone,
beside myself, while watching life,
while watching things that happen in it.
Blossoms happen all my time,
I grow them and I know them,
I don't regret when people happen,
... they despair when it is not them,
and I've learned it's not my fault!
Blossoms happen way too much,
It's hard to comprehend them,
... but, the simple thing,
... with each new Spring,
is that it happens every time!
That really is intriguing...
that those blossoms don't last very long,
but yet, we sing about those long lost songs,
... and sing them near forever.
Blossoms lost, and blossoms gained,
another day is lost and gained,
beside ourselves, and watching life...
... one thought still remains,
Blossoms mean more than they should,
... and somehow that is good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey....speaking of blossoms...it's time to plant those bulbs! ! ! : -) Hugs, Dee