Hazel hair
Weedgrown garden undisturbed,
Hazel hair once plants beautiful red rose.
Every day she nourishes it,
leaves and petals still more colorful.

I watch her for a year,
only for her to one day never return.
Rose weakens, diminishes, stiffens,
I cannot keep it to its former splendor.

I have taken care of the flower for ten years,
healing each ailment hurting it.
I look overt to neighbor’s garden,
hazel hair waters there a red rose.

Golden hair
Golden hair enters my garden,
we plant a white rose.
The petals are spotless,
stems thick and thornless.

The rose slowly withers and dies,
no one has been taking care of it.
We plant new rose each month,
but she never waters them.

I take care of the red rose still,
hoping for the hazel hair to return.
I have a garden full of roses,
One red surrounded by white and dry.