on a bench by the ancient church.
I picture a woman residing here
just watching the world pass by,
now perhaps lying in the church graveyard
whilst rain slashes onto the flowers
dripping off the tulips like tears
invisible to many walking past
immersed with everyday problems.
It is really a pitiful sight
in the middle of this bustling village,
a reminder to seize each moment,
once vibrant tulips soon to decay,
here for a short time...then thrown away.