I walk across the muddy path
A tune in my ears, wind on my face
A wild flower at my feet in full bloom
I bend down to capture a photo
And thinks of that one time
You with stars in your eyes
Let me on, this flower I adore the most.
So here I am now fond
Thinking of you whenever I gaze
A flower that once belonged to
Itself, earth it sprang on
Now all yours.
Each and every sunny little bud
That come to life in this earth
And beyond the line
No longer a mere colour or shape
Neither only a scent nor name
A living memory blooming all over
Again and again.
By Leo Gayanee Buwaneka
