Walking across the path I see,
a flower so fresh and new,
it never crossed my mind
you see, to pick the one
that looked so new..

Many were hanging on the
vine, different colors did
I see, only one that caught
my eye, was the one hanging
much to low..

I picked it quickly, with
a smile, walking away
without a glance, that
behind me was a little
pup, running after me..

If I knew the pup was lost,
I would of brought it home
with me, but without a
thought I left it there,
and went about my daily
chores..

I can never count the ways,
the things I see, the dreams
I have, every day is my
awarness in the world so
vast and new..

All the loves that come
my way, are loves of many
kinds, like that little puppy
dog, I wish I had brought
home with me..


By Derena
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