There was one, then
Two, three, four flowers
Later, the fifth was picked,
As well as the sixth,
Me thought, 'it's not enough! '
This one is a last pick, yes!
Most fragile and tender
No hands and hearts had cherished
Let me take care of it as well
With the rest of those nourished
Wow! Seven lovely flowers to smell!

Edgar Andrade Baguio

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-of-eternal-summer/