A Flower’s Longing- A Simple poem of mine

The flower’s longing.

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I rejoice, I rejoice the rain has come

Oh, how gently she sent her breeze,

Wooing me, to raise my petals and sing.

Come love, kiss me with a drop

Softly now, you don’t want me to fall.

Sway me with your wind, and shout with your thunder,

That you love me!

Oh, poor helpless flower I am,

You can give me life, and you can take my life as well.

Gentle dear rain, I am not strong as your other lovers,

Those wild shrubs and wealthy trees.

I am weak, and my little body shall whither, if you don’t come again.

But I warn thee, don’t delay longer, for you shall never find me,

For I will be gone into the ground and will never rise again.

 D. Ronald