Touch the flower

I'd like to touch the flower.

Smell it without stealing its perfume.

as the moon kisses the tower.

as well as the wind blows the glume.

I'd like to be like the plume.

That flies by air, alone.

Until it is seen by someone

Who cares it as no one have done.

I'd like to be like the spume.

That flies without tumbles.

As the thunder when rumbles. 

Low, as the mumble.

ElsonMSiva