Would the pale petals
Remain their shyness
When she withers
And stained with tears

What becomes the delicate stalk
Thin and slim but strong as lock
When she withers
And the petals fell

Pray, the elvish pollen
The fairy dust, pretty maiden
When she withers
And the stalk loosen

Mercy the fey leaves
Who with wind, weave dances and dreams
When she withers
And the pollen melts

Bless the sparkling dews
With the sheen of pearls
When she withers
And the leaves faints

Hast thee withered
Thee precious innocent

Whist thy beauty, thy fragrance
Remained, persisted
Mesmersingly stayed

Nov., 2009