It comes to my mind

With a gentle ease

The lonely flower

Long back seen

Alone in the wild

It had bloomed

Gently swayed

In the passing Wind

It’s fragrance slight

Fresh and sweet

Shades of colour

I had never seen

Though enthralled

I moved away

Kept on with my

Walk of the day

Now it’s a memory

And regrets lots

Of walking the road

And missing the path