Flowers of hope...

She makes her way into the garden,

With an empty basket in her hand,

She plucks one flower from each row,

And a rose lying in the gilded sand,

She looked after all her flowers ,

Watched how the petals as well as thorns did grew,

But when she was left with scars in her hands,

She wondered if people are like flowers too,

She kept giving flowers to everyone,

Until her bucket was all empty,

Hoping one day he would knock,

And leave her door with flowers so plenty,

She looks at the rose she once found,

Now It’s wilted but still so brave,

With teary eyes she walks in the garden,

And keeps the withered rose on his grave...