I saw a flower dying in the park
With everyone walking all around.
They did not care for that flower I found.
That little bud which had left its own mark
Upon my heart, its future looking dark,
Was slowly being swallowed by the ground.
Its petals were so lovely and so round,
Yet no one seemed to notice it. Its stark
Resistance made my heart begin to sing.
I wanted to help it grow, to fight
Against the odds. I bought some wire and made
A fence, protecting it from everything.
The people smiled for they then knew the light
That Nature made would never fade.
(Lost date, estimate was written in Dec., 1976)
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