Upon the grave of old
A new flower blooms.
Sadly it never knew the
Loving nurturing soil of a home.
The Gardner sleeping in the grave
Left the plant alone.
Yet it blooms to add its beauty to the grave.
The rising sun gives it warmth,
The rain nourishes the plant,
And the protective wind keeps it in her watch.
Fighting against all odds of life
With her nature given might
The tiny flower blooms
Upon the grave of the old.
Now it wishes to be plucked
To be part of a bouquet.
Would someone make it part of a lovely arrangement.
Or is it his fate to wither alone?
To be perished upon the grave of the old!
3. 9. 2017
Dedicated to the children of the world, left alone through war and other calamities.
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