Tossed by the strong wind of melancholy
A little flower strove to stand it all amidst cruelty
Alone in the desert of desolation
A little Rose stood still after tribulation.
Day after day, it struggled too much
Longing for somebody’s gentle touch
It tried to sing, but no voice was heard
The little Rose, in nothingness wished to be dead.
But one day, a daring Bee came and buzzed around
The lonely flower, now turning brown
Stretched to look up to touch the bee
Ignoring the pain, its sting may carry.
Do you know my friend, that flower is me?
And you my friend, you are that Bee.
Your arrival here in the desert of desolation
Enlivened me and made me feel I’m a special person
As a friend, you eased my melancholy
Your sting, though painful, but I bore it sweetly
Your presence added color to my faded life
Your buzzy jokes and smile and laughter, settled my strife.
Yet so sad, this flower returned to loneliness
For you left me alone in this isolated wilderness
But friend, once upon a time you made me happy
The sweet aroma of your friendship drove my misery away.
Oh friend, thank you for coming into my life.
Thank you for sharing with me a part of your life,
Thank you for your company, once in my journey
Had it not because of you, I must be long dead already.
Friend, thanks for the bitter-sweet sting you’ve left
At least, you made me feel, precious is myself
Now I am confident to say, that the Rose’s melancholy
Is eased by your sting, my friend, my life’s Bee.