Forget Me Not Poem by Natasa To

Beneath the hush of morning rain,
where silver drops adorn the green,
small blue stars begin to bloom,
soft as dreams and barely seen.

Forget-me-nots beside the path
whisper secrets to the breeze:
"Though seasons change and petals fall,
remember me among the trees."

Their tiny hearts of sky-blue light
hold memories tender, true—
of hands once held, of days gone by,
of love that still feels new.

And when the summer fades away
and autumn paints the land,
their gentle blooms will linger on
like a promise left in hand.

So if you find them growing wild,
beneath the open sky,
pause a while and let them say:
"Remember me when I am gone by."