He walks through the garden amongst trees
There is the scent of life around him,
He is searching, looking for a beauty
To take it, and put it in his cave

There is a scent of sweetness
From flowers and weeds,
From branches and trees,
There is a foreign garden
A garden he has never tended

There is a flower there
It is exquisite, it's beauty raw
Why does it entice him so
A vivid red, not a lily not a rose

He wants it, but it belongs to another
He wants to pick it up and smell it
But he doesn’t know it
He cannot make it bloom

How will he deal with not having it
He has never desired one like this
He cannot forget it's aroma
The flower that belonged to another