Collection of poems

THE WILDFLOWER
by:ADrian

He often see this place & spent his precious times,
Fascinated w/ the beauty of a plant grew in wild;
As scarlet as his blood running through his veins,
Burning like a flame in the cool breeze of winter.

It grew enchantedly in the vast of rainforest,
Hidden w/ greeny leaves of tall sturdy trees;
Bloomed w/in the wilds of the twigs & the ferns,
Scorted w/ butterflies & the company of the bees.

The rivers & the spring soothe this lovely creature'
As it lays on the layer of the earth so humble;
Caressed w/ the cold breath of north wind passing by;
As the crickets & the bugs play their lullabies.

While he stared @ the plant a strange feelings came,
Awakening his senses that his heart beats faster;
In everytime he smells the scent of this flower,
made him define romance in such a many ways.

He hurriedly went home & searched for the best vase,
As he wished to bring the plant in his fav'rite place;
To make it the limelight or maybe an accent,
In his famous garden known for its landscape.

Carefully he did & done so perfectly,
To transfer this lovely plant in a place he created;
Coop'rated w/ hand & mind the plant's in a new world,
A world this man had created w/ his passion & mood.

He landscaped the garden as created as he could,
Designing the perspective of d plant while in woods;
He even designed the spring the rivers and the field,
& he even played the sound of the bugs & the crickets.

He thought the plant would continue its life,
As it was in the field where everything's natural;
Where nothing is fantasy or product of the mind,
where everything is real w/ a freedom of the heart.

Then he realized that the plant began to change,
That its scarlet chrome is beginning to fade;
It never been prettier as it was before,
Its lovely scent was gone as it change its color.

Before losing the plant his heart began to speak,
Saying; IF YOU REALLY LOVE IT YOU MUST GIVE THE BEST;
YOU HAVE TO BRING IT BACK TO ITS NATURAL PLACE,
FOR THE WORLD YOU MADE FOR, IT'LL NEVER APPRECIATE.

FOR IT NATURALLY GROWS IN WILD & NEEDS THE RAINFOREST,
LONGING FOR THE SOOTHING SOUND OF THE SPRING & RIVERS;
IT NEEDS D BREATH OF NORTH WIND AS IT LAYS ON D EARTH,
LISTENING TO LULLABIES OF THE BUGS & THE CRICKETS.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE AFRAID OF LOSING IT FROM YOU,
FOR IT'LL GROW LOVIER AND MORE BEAUTIFUL TOO;
BEING PART FROM IT DOESN'T MEAN FOREVER,
FOR THERE'S ALWAYS A WAY OF SEEING IT AGAIN.

TO LOVE IS VERY LIKE CARING A DAFFODILLS,
EVEN A CATTLEYA AS MUCH AS FLEURDELIZ;
YOU NEED TO SACRIFICE WITH PATIENCE & A CARE,
IF YOU REALLY LOVES TO BLOOM THIS KIND OF
WILDFLOWER...