I saw a flower
among the weeds
Growing all alone
I almost heard it's pleas
'Why am I different
from everyone nearby?'
It looked so lonely
I could hear it's cry
Gently I dug around
that flower so alone
To take it to a place
that would make a better home
As I replanted it's roots
into the dark moist ground
I heard the other's cheer
at the lost that had been found
15 January 1998