I was ready to paint

A sombre sky with rainbow

But she spirited the brush away;

I was ready to wet

The drought-stricken land with rain

But she steered the clouds off;

I was ready to light

The night with the moon

But she blanketed it with her gloom.



Beautiful bud,

I'd waited this long for you

To unfurl so I'd feast my eyes

On your radiant petals

And my nostrils on your scent

But