By Urishya Pao
They bloom for just a few weeks,
Rare and precious, their beauty unique.
Their fragrance is potent, filling the air,
A sweet delight beyond compare.
But like a night queen, they fall with the cold,
Leaving us to mourn their brief life.
Their presence brought joy, their scent so sweet,
Yet, their short life makes our hearts skip a beat.
Perhaps their brevity makes them all the more rare,
A treasure to cherish, beyond compare.
We'll miss them dearly, but hold on to the memory,
Of their beauty and fragrance, a true treasure to see.
If fate allows, we'll meet again in the next life,
And I will try to hold on to you, dear flower, and keep you alive.
Like finding treasure after a dark night,
You are my precious gem, shining so bright.