I came across a tiny bud,
It asked me “How do you do”?
I touched the stem and replied back,
I am fine, Thank you.
It asked me where I was going,
Lonely as it looked.
I saw the bud and simply smiled,
Said, I was going to a Brooke.
I poured some water for the bud,
Alone as me it laid,
But when the water filled it’s thirst,
Nodded at me with praise.
The bud would bloom into a rose,
Someday would life a heart.
Oh I wish I was a bud again
And grow up from the start.