I'm tired, fragile, drooping and frail,
I'm fading so that my yellow is pale,
I'm speaking of this wilting flower,
If only it could be fixed with some magical power.
But i'm just loosing my strength to stand strong,
Soon i'll be totally withered and saying so long.
So enjoy these last few summer days,
Then i'll be totally gone by the hot sun rays.
But don't worry i'll be back again next summer's day,
More bold and beautiful if I have my way.
No comments:
Post a Comment