Upon that narrow path
Of soft, red earth
With trees lush and verdant
And pretty blooms along the way,
I find the fallen flower
Fast wilting ,yet smiling
Forever there to greet me.
Dawn turns to dusk
Cold, dark nights
Silent and lonely,
Leave behind the mist..
Now, under the amber glow
My feet tread softly again
On the moist, red earth.
Trampled and twisted
Yet smiling, I find
The fragrant, fallen flower.
Today,I find an army of ants
On my path's trajectory
Marching purposefully
Over the trampled, twisted
Fragrant, fallen flower
Torn apart now,yet smiling
Still there to greet me..
My beautiful companion
Of warm, dewy mornings.
The once fragrant flower
Trampled, torn and crushed
Has been swept aside
To clear the rot on
The soft, red earth I tread upon
It's youth swallowed by time.
But it's fragrance still lingers..
When I walk that
Narrow , lonely path .
M. Neog
( Dew drops)
