An Orchid for My Withering Garden (1997)

Still drunken of spring's shining meadows
 and the myriads of flowers,we shut our eyes
 to the beauty and fell asleep... 
 and oblivion erased our memories of fall
 and blinded our eyes.
 Overwhelming were the days
 as autumn embraced the land and zephyr
 kissed the sky with passion ...
 but more seldom we remembered
 the perfume of a long withered spring
 and summer caress faded like a candle
 in the wind, leaving a legacy of gold ...
 ... and still we slumbered
 dreamless and forlorn ...
 but for the sleepless who perceive
 a blossom's tear will be a monument
 of those long faded summers
 and bears the seed of a new spring
 ... and those will feel no mourning
 as fall grands them a farewell kiss in
 the orchid-fields because
 their gardens will gleam everlasting ...