A flower that thirsting to bloom

                    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.