The Lonely Flower

The lonely flower wasn’t always lonely,

For in the bountiful forest,

Of the flowers she was the only,

The only of them who sang with great bliss,

Who sang and praised the lord,

For friends and if they left she would miss.

That is exactly what the Lord decided,

Her friends were taken,

And this poem she has recited,

Over and over until her friends come back,

For she is the lonely flower,

She misses them dearly,

But without them gone she would never have never realized her inner power.

We never realize how much friends mean to us until they’re gone,

So cherish yours from dusk ‘til dawn.

                                                        -Angela Whelan