Come back from two days long trail hiking in Appalachian without blackberry and laptop and found out you made your mind to bow out. For some reason, sadden by overwhelmed uneasiness or guilt. Could be these collectively claimed high moral ground suffocate you in the assumingly freer cyber space ? What a pity.
Write a poem to bid farewell.
Rose Bush in June
You are sprouting from the garden
during this summer,
to blossoming all of sudden
for bestowing pride and color.
Fresh fragrance are catching the attention
that summoned lingering, envy admirers
Yet, thorny stems are unmistaken
to challenge many, even an accidental traveler.
Now seeing the frail petals fallen
onto the ground without shelter.
Many hearts are riddled with the burning question,
Is the crush thunderstorm or unmerciful sun ray that made you wither?
There could be many tangling reasons,
well, only the rose bush itself knows the answer.
Could be the falling pieces of the flower are only fears to be unburden ?
Maybe growing hope and dream inside you soon give surprise again in near future.
