Morning Delights

Whenever a bud blooms
I smile.
Whenever I smile
blossom withers.
Though I mean to be the rain,
I end up as the sun.

Life-giver,
when burn myself and keep away;
Even a slight approach
brings destruction.
Therefore I love –
An extreme, distanced way of parenting.

Whenever a bud blooms
I pretend to be still asleep
and smile secretly;
Often wiping a tear
that slides down to kiss
the soft petals..

They call it a dewdrop
and are happy.