The Flower and the Young Man

While seasons change in timely way
The salt sea ever flows
Where open moors lie cold and bleak
A single flower grows.
Though winter snows fall deep and long
The flower grows the while
The weary traveller passing by Feels warmer for her smile.
Sunshine and the tender flower
Both melt the young man’s heart
But he who lingers waits his turn
Must learn to play his part.
Through summer days of warmth and love
The young man tends his flower
But blinded by their colours bright
Heeds not the passing hour.
The autumn trees once clothed with gold
Now frayed and sadly worn
The flower bids a chill farewell
The young man’s heart is torn.
While seasons change in timely way
The salt sea ever flows
Where open moors lie cold and bleak
A single flower grows.