THE GOOD-BYE OF NATURE
Tomorrow dawn, when I hear a strong breeze
Sing songs through flowers, stray among the trees,
I'll think of hyacinths and daffodils,
Their petals scattered; I'll not be at ease.
Across our garden near a vacant mill,
They lie there, remnants--nature ash--so still .
When morning sun emerges, day turns bright,
I'll miss them, looking from my window sill.
For flowers' short existence, tattered plight,
I'll sigh awhile and write a poem tonight;
Then find my joy in roses or a host
of bluebells, which is just as sweet a sight.
Ten years or more, when I lie deep in loam ,
Like hyacinths or daffodils, don't moan;
My friends, I' ll be at ease, a mossy stone.
Agatha Lai