Beautiful Blossom

She is a beautiful yet sad blossom:
Her tears, the drops of dew.
I am her support, her stem.
The sorrow we wish we knew.

The grass about her dances,
As the golden eye beams down.
We wish sheâ??d dance as well,
In her pearly, petal gown.

But her gown wilts around her,
Like the darkness passing by.
She reaches out to the stars
Shimmering in the velvet sky.

Another dreamâ??s been lost.
We stop count and lose the tally. For many more this bud shall lose,
The fair lily of the valley.

One by one her petals fall,
Softly caressing the lush ground.
Around me, the stem, the blossom dies.
I canâ??t help but break the silent sound.

Now my flower has disappeared:
I have lost her to the winter snow.
No dewdrops fall around me.
Yet, lingers the sorrow we donâ??t know.