One gloriuos flower of many flowers,
The tenderness of patient minds, so
Many of variuos kinds.

Waiting to be loved
By its enemy,
A mindless dove

Generously blooming
Ready to be praised,
But be careful what you do
You'll bring forth eternal sleep once its raised.

Surrounding flowers fill themselves with tears,
Many sorrows reach vast valleys
Drowning their anguish,
Afraid to face their fears.
Their sun will no longer glow
Who will come along to lift her up and help her grow?

Praising purple and full of death
Even a harmless act can leave
A beautiful thing out of breath.

                                        ~ M Mondragon