Flower on the Mountain
0There was a flower
On top of the mountain.
And it held beauty
And true love.
I picked that flower
Thinking I could care for it.
Better than the mountain.
Better than the world.
And I neglected that
Beautiful blossom..
It began to wither
I refused to care as I once did.
I promised I would
Love and cherish the flower.
Instead I poisoned it
By not returning its love.
If I could replant the
Flower or sow the seed,
I surely would.
I hope it returns.