The Climber

In my garden A climber grows From the trellised platform It strays its way Trespassing into others territory Annoying the plants Growing close Its emerald leaves Of bright glossy sheen With serrated edge And prominent veins Trembling and timorous When whipped by the wind Is a real delight to view! Close to monsoon It is in flower The heavy clusters Droop down in weight A medley of white, pink and red Languidly sway in breeze Giving off a faint aroma Early morning I see them Tear stained I wonder what makes them cry Do they lament their transient fate? Or are they sad, Molested by amorous bees?