THE LAST FLOWER
THE LAST FLOWER
When earth had her last flower,
there was no one to admire her,
there was no one to photograph the beauty of her petals,
the evershining radiant pink of her stem,
no bee to steal her nectar but yet she shone through with the sun by her side.
What else does she need?
No one except that constant one who supports and stands by her though all seasons,
right? RIGHT?
