In the quitness of the peaceful day,
In the largest meadow of the country,
In between a long-long stretch of green exquisite grass. Blooms a pretty flower, bobbing around in glory.

The flower dances around and shows her pretty petals to the world, She presents her green dutiful leaves and her long, sturdy stem.

The flower plays her role and quietly sees everything, we think she is quite and boring, but she secretly knows everything.

She knows the bad and the good,
But she will never complain,
She stays quiet and takes it in,
Quiet as a leaf blowing away.

She's quiet as a damp dungoen,
But wishes to put her thoughts out,
She would speak for hours and hours,
But would time permit her?
© an1217