Oh dear, flower bud
Why don’t you bloom?
Unpredictable nature has a predictable baby Moses in the womb.
Garden asks gardner, “In spring, why is there gloom?”
Melting glaciers, rising water, smell of burning forests on every plume.
The life of a garden’s flower bud is waiting impatiently to bloom.
Shy flower petals retrieve back in the sepals room.
Like a shy new bride plays hide and seek on her honeymoon.
The garden business has seized in the spring without the bridegroom.
Why does Brown fly buzzing the wrong time an unsuitable tune?
We are heading to man made
interstellar doom
The tired and defeated gardener also takes a deep breath sigh
He asked what happened, flower bud, why are you shy?
Hide somewhere O’ Robin bird so that garden don’t cry
So that an evil eye may not affect the opening ceremony of spring musical try.
The gardener found peace in the prudent man’s life
Flower buds are in protest for either or vehemently die.
