In the cold, damp morning In a field of grass A flower blooms For a little lass
White and soft With a beautiful smell The child saw it Before it fell
To leave or stay To pick or not The child sat there Deep in thought
The child stayed For the rest of the day Admiring the flower With her childish gaze
Later the sun set The child had to leave She left the flower With it's beautiful leaves
The flower thought As she walked away Whether she would be there Come the next day
For the flower was weak It could not live long But during the day It's beauty equaled song
The flower lived Short though it was To bring joy and peace For whomever it was
The flower had one goal Very simple indeed To look pretty and smell nice For whoever was in need
At dawn the flower withered It's end was quite near It completed it's goal And thought for it's dear
The child came back To see her own flower But found not one But two little flowers
This time she picked one And left one behind In hopes that someone else Would be able to find
Gilliganiganiganigoo · Sun Feb 17, 2008 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |