The blossom

Wandering was I

Alone and aloof in a forest so dense

Just moving on was I

Troubled and desperate

That I stepped upon a touch-me-not

It's thorns pierced through my senses

That I had to stop my journey

And stopped I for a moment or two

Tis then that I saw the blossom 

A blooming bud spreading its fragrance

Deep in the forest

As though it bloomed for me alone

The sight was pretty 

It made me happy 

It filled my mind with joy

But it was for a fleeting moment or two

For I had to move on

The jungle was deep

And the shadows were creepy

I couldn't pluck the flower..

Fearing it might lose its charm!

I let it go...

Let it blossom and thrive 

For other wanderers like me.