Mem`ries of Green Daffodils

T`was on September morning when i used
to fritter by the shore of the riverbank.
The twittering of hummingbird
gave the aster its immense tang,
A delicate scent which diffuses amid the
cool zephyr of enthralling wind.
I used to glance at the soft falling drizzle,
that had given the meadow its brilliant emerald hue;
With water droplets cling to the dropping heads
of green daffodils and collecting in
the scarlet goblet of the darwin tulips.
Those were my favorite scenes of temperaments;
Those were the scenes i remember most vividly.
I still remember how green daffodils craft my smile;
I still remember how herons bathe
from the freshwater of blue lagoon,
and how caterpillar slept from one
of the daffodil’s couch of crimson pleasure.
Now i am here with a quiet reminiscent curve my lips,
With water streaming slickly from my silky lashes;
I know i had no premonition of change.
No intuitive sense that my life seem to be the same again.
I know those moments seem so young,
I guess it all seemed a long time ago…