To love and be loved regaurdelss of our simularities or differences |
I found love in a field of flowers. She spread her peddles with a simple caress Shining her beauty, above the rest. The angels from up above gave her name for me to always love They called her the Carla flower. She was alone in a field of daisies Her red petals stood out amongst the rest. The other flowers, their jealousy was known They ignored her as she smiled their way Hoping to make a friend of them one day The Carla flower, beautiful for all the eyes to see Whimpered to one day be free She pulled up her roots Moved to a shaded area near a brook She befriended a lone tree It was bent in despair No one ever visited or cared. The Clara flower smiled with ease She held out her petals, her friendship she shared. The other flowers made fun of the pair Mother Nature brought her wrath Killing all the other flowers within her path The Carla flower protected by the tree It sheltered her from the winter cold breeze. The tree nourished and held her tight. It moved it leaves to allow her light. The tree thanked the heaven for such a wonderful gift. And solemnly vowed to give what ever she wished. This story is be known to only a few, I know this story to be true, because you see, I am the outcast. a woman I am the tree. |