Another sonnet, English/Shakespearean this time.
Flower Song
A Mountain Song
Blossom of spring, why dance you merrily?
To wake my sisters in the snow asleep
Summer bloom, why smile you, verily?
The birds and bees gave me secrets to keep
Fall petal, why do you mourn sorrowfully?
The cold weather is coming to kill us
Winter branch, why empty are you, truly?
'Tis my tribute to Winter to be thus
Flowers, to us all sweet treasures they are,
Whether on these hills or in lands afar