I Walked The Woodland Path

I
Walked the woodland path
And passed
By
Tall, slender flowers.

Now I
Traverse, in verse
That self-same path,
And grow flowers
In my mind.

The flowers
May be gone tomorrow.
For I find
That we borrow
Time.

True, many a rose
Has been emmortalised in rhyme
But the poet knows,
That he has limited time.