Running in a field of wild flowers,
                                               she sees her mother
looking happy in the distance. As footsteps take
little motions palms gliding on long grass.

Wild flowers spill across the field like a
                                                            paintbrush
wove them in to a certain place.
Gleefully she picks a handful to give to her
                                                    mummy with smiles.

They wander home, petals falling behind.
    
             "Mummy do you know why petals fall?
                                  
Smiling at such an inquisitive question she answers.
            
     "Yes darling because we picked them from the ground
no longer getting there substance they slowly fade.

"Mummy no,
                   "Its because we took them from there family,
"And each petal that falls is a sorrow for those left behind.

The mother walks on, tears caressing her cheeks, she wipes them
away so her little petal can not see. Holding her hand tightly,
never wanting her to be plucked from her field of loving care.