Sweet Pea

The spring of sweet peas
Smells different each day
Short and sweet
At times,it chooses to look the other way

Oh,don’t worry about the flood of emotions
This disorder I was born with
Many tried to cure it
For I too was colourful once

I left the wild,a while ago
And there,by the waterfall they grew
The sweet peas this spring,this summer,
Why they look anew

The waterfall froze strangely
One day in october
From then on the valley bloomed
The fireflies stayed on from twilight till noon
And the rabbits spread their wings
The sheep grew another pair of legs
And sprinted all around

Stay put now, my sweet pea,sweet pea
I won’t take long…