Strolling along a mountain road,
breathing in the cool air,
viewing the splendid sights,
layed out before me without a care.
Continuing on my journey,
I come across two beautiful bouquets,
propped by rocks at mountain's top.
Who are they for, what are they for,
who left them here?
I ponder on this, snapping a shot.
So fresh, so lovely, so beautiful,
crisp petals and vivid color.
I am perplexed by this sight,
standing alone, on mountains edge.
Turning to leave, I look back,
deciding these flowers
were here for me instead.