The Rose Of Sharon(Mugunghwa) Poem by Kinsley Lee

Kinsley Lee
It rained hard last night,
And heard the blowing of the wind.
In the morn, it's full of the light.
The petals were scatted by the wind.

The roses of Sharon were torn.
The twigs were broken to litters.
Some left flowers were worn
Out were dangling like tatters.

Afraid if the tree were dead,
Never see again, the flowers,
Only, I did to spread
And sweep the twigs for viewers.

Morrow, the sun rises again
With joy, the buds are blooming.
Never I forget, they'll remain
In my heart ever-blooming.