The Setting Sun Poem by bonifacio alba

As I saw the dawn breaking
Also the dews still clinging
On the flowers in the garden-
Touched by the morning breeze.

As the sunrise slowly glitters
The verdant colors around seen
Of the flowers in the clay pots
As the butterfly hops on its petals..

A flower then I want to pick
But how long it last in my hand;
Maybe I just look it still intact
In the body to last longer in time!

Yes … when a flower is detached
From its body, it will start to wane;
It's beauty slowly fade in time …
Just like the fading of setting sun!