He groomed it with wonders of love and spades, It bloomed, it flowered with yellow as shades. It was loved, it flourished It glowed, it was cherished. It passed, it swayed, from hand to hand Flaunting its beauty, with whispers of demand.
And now, fractured, it lies, in a corner Spine fragmented and no beauty armour. Ephemeral was fragrance, scattered is softness Breathing the last, aloof and thoughtless It wilted in water, unuttered, astray It bloomed, it flourished, it lived for a day.