I sat peacefully, 
Next to my frangipani tree. 
With me she shared 
Her stories and her secrets.

Flowers blooming, 
Only over precious time.
Wind singing charmingly
Behind me.

We sat peacefully,
Like the calm ocean floating away.
Her graceful flower fell 
Into my lap.

Her stories and her secrets 
Showed passion and history.
Now I am older
But I still remember her lessons.