The flower has drooped when nature given up on its nurture,
not because the mother of life forgotten their most prized possession,
but simply because one saw its beauty to not be the only beauty above all others.
as each petal continued to have fallen day by day,
the flower became resentful for not remaining in rain.
one petal had fallen after another in release of its agony
with its last tenderness ending in love me not, so sadly.
the hopes for nature to returwn has come to an end,
it is already too late to question when it will be loved again.
By Santana Favela