The Fallen Flower

Often when I tread 

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)