o
Natural
and
Soft, delicate,
stinct
pretty.
She lay in a bed surrounded by green With no thorns on her frail body Her future certain The sun burst forth from a horizon
Unknown
to her
Demanding every flower And bow to him Brilliant colors
His
to
open
appeared as flowers gave
command
All but
She refused
To
a
in
to their appeal
to
one
open herself
demand
At her refusal he beat on her Trying
to
scorch and destroy her
But the day would not allow
The moon came and showed
it
a gentle beauty
Calling, soothing, and trying to win her appea
She opened and the other flowers Found that she alone brilliance that no one else had Held a
And
could only be obtained by
Self-Worth, determination, and inner strength
Not by
force, but
•
by discernment.
Krystal Smith
