A fallen flower

I held a fallen flower in my hand, 

Reminded me of my own journey.

Time we want to hold in hand like sand,

Risks we take unknown of ends.

I had walked ahead and took the step behind,

Flower I picked slowly and stroked with my mind.

Ain’t I like this flower sometimes, I pondered,

Once full bloom, vibrant and fragrant.

Embellished the tree, then decorated the house,

Fallen on the road now, flower I’m still.

I’ll be born again, fresh and fragrant,

Adorn the tree and house again.