A blossomed garden trampled with no precautions
Thoughts that have never been imagined
This flower crushed but with stem still standing on its soil
So sad, but to hope that rain can heal and restore to its origin
Neither rain nor sun appears, but soil still moist to keep some life
Hope but helpless, will life be restored to its original beauty
Would there be a kind hearted farmer who would treasure this garden
Flower and stem sucks the moist from the soil to survive this dream
New flowers planted on the soil that used to be home
Farmer picking up half dying flowers and stem, not appreciating their beauty
No chance for healing, no chance to lift its flower head
Just to be turned into fertilizer to be fed to the new generation