Saturday, January 20, 2007
@ 1:48 AM
The flower
It once shone with pride and stood with confidence.
Now the flower withers slowly
Fading after experienced growth and beauty
However the will of the flower remains as strong as ever.
Disheartening it may be,
but water must still be showered upon
To ensure the best that it can be.
Stay strong, my flower.
elise
