the young spring flower
Is in a rush to leave
As soon as it arrives
In a sudden wave of splendor.
"No, no!"—cry out the leaves,
The stars in the heavens exclaim,
"Won't you hurry along?"
We need you so!"
But the leaves encircle the blossom
and plead—"Do not leave us!"
The southern breeze blows past
And murmurs, "Come with me little one!
Far away the infinite blue sinks into the twilight,
The night of the full moon recedes,
No time left for us my dear!"
"No ! Please no!"—
Whisper the dancing leaves
As they throng around the disappearing flower.
Published in Parabaas August, 2010 (22-she Sraban, 1417)