On a garden
I'm a flower,
many of us there,
I saw you stare.

you're roaming around,
not making a sound.
you're still starring,
we're not moving.

as the wind blows,
we're gliding.
somebody's coming,
a bee getting close.

stares at me,
not for long,
and she goes.
then you come more close.

on me you've landed,
you've kiss me.
everybody envy.
i didn't take it for granted.

still i'm not moving,
you've got what you need.
the kissed you've given,
a sign that you're leaving.

my butterfly
didn't even say goodbye.
i'm still on a garden,
alone, with everyone.