The Wild Chrysanthemum
Rooted in the ground as being common herbs
Either respectfully in a cemetery or simply on a roadside
To guard the dead ones and to wait for the passers–by
Year after year they adhere to their own way
And fear not the rainy and the windy days
And to blossom their flowers and wait for
The shadow that floats over their head off
To light up the black soil on the silent road
And to decorate times with vitality and hope
To remind people that life how to continue
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
