I saw a flower,it winked at me,
It was pretty and it was free.
I Wondered what kept it happy,what kept it warm,
It was her mother-the tree,that protected it from MAN and every other storm.
I saw a flower,it smiled at me,
It was elated,consumed in a happy spree.
It grew fast, bloomed so high,
Beautiful it was,purer than a sky.
I saw a flower,it gazed at me,
Puzzled it was, seeing the human captured unfree.
It saw the bruises,it saw the pain,
It saw the vile,it saw the feign.
I saw a flower,it pitied me,
It begged to go away,it made a plea.
Embarrassed I was,I wished I was pure,
Wished every morsel of me had at least a tiny cure.
I then took a step,set the flower free,
I hoped for its happiness,for its resplendent spree.