Smallest Flower
The moon casts its beam on a meadow
Full of muted flowers and their shadows
And among all the others, a small one
Had had its share of being a thing won.
But it couldn't break free from its soil
So it shivered, wishing to be unloyal.
Moons after moons, it couldn't break free
And after a time, it had lost will to see.
It gave up that small thing, gave up it did
The color of the world, the heaven's kid,
Couldn't bear one more night, one more day
Of sitting so small and wasting away
So it lie its sweet petals to the dirt, the earth
And returned to the ground where it had gained birth.