The Planted Seedling Left Behind

In a florid month of May I trod a field one sunny day All is alluring- yes I can say Draped with flowers along its way. And in the verdant field I see Every man with its tree But lo, one sapling was left behind With no one with but loneliness entwined. Poor seedling on the ground It withered without a sound For when it’s planted, all care’s deprived And amidst the heat, who can abide? All its nearby tress bear its fruits But poor sapling on the ground Now withered without a sound ‘tis a painful image of the truth. And memories come flooding on my mind I am like a seedling left behind For when our friendship have its birth My heart do leaps to show a mirth But things do change along the run I had thought I killed the fun But lo it’s you who broke the bond Like we've built our friendship on a sand.