Spring, Summer, Autumn and a Flower
A seed carried by the wind, because it is spring,
thrusts out her tiny face from the soil where
she has landed in one moonless chilling night.
Her cherished desire had been buried
under the frozen hard wintry earth.
Now, surrounded by the clear and bright dewdrops
in the touch of gentle sunlight, as a red gorgeous flower
faced to the sky, it is in beautiful bloom on the tip of slender stem.
When the time of extravagance for the flower passes,
it fades away as a scentless corolla, and when time
buries the colorless petals in the forgotten star
on the other side of the moon, the flower returns
to the shaded corner where the wind stands still.
The face of earth is, before knowingly,
filled with glares of the scorching sun.
The flower, must, therefore, live through the days
under the burning sun as a leaf with never quenching thirst,
after climbing so many high and steep peaks,
after crossing over the lots of difficult ranges,
reddened in the glow of the setting sun,
becoming the piece of fallen withered leaf,
that rolls on the shriveling plains as a lonely wanderer.
Copyright ©
Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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