Little Burnt Daffodil

You taught me one valuable lesson, little burnt daffodil.

Don't put my heart into my efforts.

Obviously trying to bleach you to pure again

Proved Pointless.

Crisp burns don't bleach well..

But onto the next flower in this beautiful garden

Of Life.

My roses and honey suckles and cherryblossoms.

Flowers which wish to be tended to.

I love to water them and give them sun.

I'm sorry I hadn't noticed you were in too much shade,

Left in the dark,

And, perhaps due to your own rage,

Somehow caught fire, little burnt daffodil.

But flowers are flowers, and many need tending,

And you, little burnt daffodil, are but one flower in this luxurious garden.

Reviews

[BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE]

Oh yes a keen gardner here and one who loves flowers your sweet little poem brought love and sunshine to my dull corner of the universe how sweet is this little welsh flower which we gave to the world
BORE DA NSWEYTHI DIM TA DA DA BOCH
As the famous welsh poet DYLAN THOMAS would write nice poem first of many i read i hope

[Cherryblossom]

This is cute and very true :) I likes it.
Ah, summer heat and beautiful wild flowers. Let them bloom and they shall be protected. But over watered and they drown, and sulk in misery. I love this :)