Oct 9, 2016

480. Neither gold nor sun

Neither gold nor sun am I
to live for, ever after ever
Am a tiny existence
in the name of being

I bloom in the morning
with all my fragrances
that which invites bees
to hum around and buzz
for their grace and melody of music
I offer that which I could
imbibe the nectar, flew to their hive

Breeze embraces me while the sun dazzles
by spreading its luminescent rays
having done all my duties that
I am meant to be, slowly I wondered
gazing the distant stars that shines and
the moon that illuminates and I shed down
and withered as the earth accept me with
all its love and affection