“From buds to flower’
By; blackMind at dawn
Crescent moon with zephyr dancing above
Years o’er years change phases like certain love
Nor is the beauty from crescent may bent,
Tottered with its full state be gone to sent
In life, things behold with true form is fold
And bloom like flowers after winter’s cold
Far beyond the eye, reflects the maiden’s life
Every alteration finds her to strife.
Residue of change lays her fairness side,
Now, if days hath gone, you should never hide.
A life where refine from refinement lay
Never cry if you stumble in your way”
Done with days, when soft lullabies was heard ,
Endways from girl to maiden--- now cared
Zeal’d with praise with words in shepherd’s tongue,
….. A words lain new song; that nymph newly sung.