The short Jasmine and the tall Lily
would talk daily as they swayed
the gentle wind who would listen
the bright hovering sun who watched
the merciful rain falling to protect.
The moon shining bright every month
lighting them up as they slept unaware
looking over the ever so gentle beauties
blissfully lighting many a human heart
whose scanning eyes would pick them.
Their life spans so short to us humans
who would enjoy their beauty one day
not even bothering to look over them
bodies of two friends lying withered
their memories fading into quick sand…