Flower In Your Hair

Each petal blooming out,

With a sweet little pout,

On the left side of your twirl

Smiling towards the world.

It was always fresh with dew,

And I, the child, never knew

That everyday it's new

The beautiful blemishes of blue.

The colour never changed,

The fresh calm remained.

It was forever pristine

With the stem firm behind.

The flower in your hair

When it had lived its share

Did not wither with the tragic,

But renewed itself by magic.

The child in me was awed

With the blue, bright and raw.

And the flower when it fell

I swear, it had your smell.

The wondrous life in you

That matched the petals' hue

Faded along the sky,

And never said die.

I hold it now on my palm,

The last of the blue charm

That entangled with your tress,

Shall now my hair caress.

The flower from your hair,

The left of my head shall affair

And I'll add mine to make a pair.

Till it falls to wind and air.