A Flower That Thirsting To Bloom
When I walking through my garden,
in night, there was little moon light.
I saw my little rose plant,
planted long ago.
I saw a bud in my little rose plant,
It was thirsting to bloom.
The cold wind blow through the leaves,
and blow through my hair.
My mind flows with the wind,
thinking of how it goes to bloom.
The moonlight was gone, and
it become dark everywhere.
I went to my bed, and
thinking about when it planted
and, how it grows day by day.
I eagerly waited for the next morning.
The sun wakes up me,
through the window with a cold wind
I can see my garden and my rose,
that is fully bloomed with shine.
It gives a joy for me, and
it reflects myself as a flower ,
that is thirsting to bloom
in the world of fiction.
