Saturday, July 11, 2009


As the girl stood in the field
She leaned over a beautiful rose
She watched as the wind blew every petal away
She felt as if she were holding her life in her hands
The mistakes she thought could never be forgiven forgave
The last petal blew away but not unnoticed
She hoped her life had brought the happiness to everyone around her
The way this flower had brought happiness to her
As she looked down there was nothing left of the flower
All she had left were memories of the flower in her heart
She hoped that when she was gone from this world she too would leave
Sweet and fond memories in the hearts and minds of everyone
The way the flower had left her.