My garden is blessed, my lovely blossom

your stem still too new

to hold your delicate petals

laden with fresh morning dew  

breaking the morning sun into the

brilliance of a thousand colours.

 

My scythe will protect you, my lovely blossom

from the ravages life brings your way

as each day your roots grows stronger

I'll be there to keep the hounds at bay

and shield you with my weathered hands 

so that none can blemish your fair skin.

 

My heart bleeds for you, my lovely blossom

as you flash your radiant smile

and I close them in silent prayer

hoping my strength holds awhile

for who will tame each storm the future brings

and blunt its fury against your puny leaves.

 

as I see vultures circling the blue sky

the baying of impatient hyenas grows louder

as I ask myself resignedly why

why is so much beauty also a curse?

why must the rainbow shatter, why the bubble burst?

~Bittersweet~