Grass on the ground
I look at the sky as I lie down
Reaching my hands on the sky
Seeing the birds fly

A mysterious old man
Tending the plants as he owns the land
We locked gaze
His eyes is like a maze

I stand up and walk forward
Where he sit down on the ward
I watched the plant he touched
Curiosity hits me as I asked

"Do you like that plant?"
He look at me as his eyes land
He told me his story about this plant
Where his first and last love own this land

Just as his stories ended
Tears falling from my eyes as they landed
A story about his first and last love dying
Yet, here he is still unmarried and still flying

He keep his promise to his lover
That he would be her man forever
He would not love another woman other than her
She may gone but his love is strong for her

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© Dreamer