Whatever your colour,
I do not care!
Your fragnance just fills the morning air!
You made the chipmunks and squirrels stop by,
Dropping their nuts and look up high!
How did you still choose to bloom?
When your death is imminent and sometime soon?
Oh sure, a terrible question it is -
But I know not the reasons of your bliss!
I do hope that I will find it sometime,
Until then, accept my goodbye!
