A pretty bloom in myriad hue,
Delicate, colourful, fragrant and sweet,
She's nourished many a mind, and heart,
And little tummies of bees and flies,
Paying the price for all her love,
Crushed and forsaken today she lies,
The nectar dry, the colour all gone,
The fragrance in jaded memories still,
On a picture frame on the wall.
