posted on Sep, 15 2004 @ 06:38 PM
How does time take its toll?
To wilt a flower barren 'cept for soul,
Afraid it may be, but this it cannot show,
And yet no one is there to offer their sorrow.
Poor flower, I am here to mourn for you,
You see, I hear and feel it too,
So don't fly with the wind 'til you head my call,
"Your lonely spirit is remembered after all."
The rigid stalk and mustard waves of petal,
That beauty in symmetry aught not be meddled,
In your act as well, love is abound,
Harmless, you live only to enjoy the sight and sound.
And to your human likeness, I hold a similar appeal,
That they know for them also, this I feel,
In my heart you will always be a beautiful flower,
Blowing in the wind, untouched by the hour.