You Won't Know If You Don't Stop....

One day upon a most beautiful day one of the flowers in my backyard is gesturing me when I approach the lovely blooming plant the smallest flower whispers to me they may not hear me, or they'd kill me please, take me from this spot I am not happy here they are all united in glee since early dawn, the sun peeps again and they are singing in the refrain: "beautiful day, warm-hearted sunrays are coming back again...." please take me away from here I become insane of their refrains.... just as I am thinking, I am really happy today since the sun has brought more warmth on his way that that tiny flower is getting insane I haven't known the wind has blown languidly all my way today there will be no hurrah, I must say I am enjoying the breeze's billows undulating on the concrete's furrows upon the bottom of my insides bruised by time and sudden tides One day upon a most beautiful day one of the flowers in my backyard is no more.... sad to avow this I know it because I have stopped to listen to that complaint.... Poem Number 460