A DAINTY THING
A DAINTY THING IN MY HAND
I PLUCKED IT FROM THE EARTH
I SAVED IT FROM THE BEE'S PRICK
I SAVED IT FROM A LIFE IN THE DIRT
BUT TO MY DISMAY AS THE MOMENTS PASSED
ITS PETALS BEGAN TO FALL AWAY
AS IT SLOWLY WITHERED IN MY GRASP
WHAT I THOUGHT I SAVED
I DIDN'T SAVE AT ALL
FOR WHEN I STOLE IT FROM ALL THAT IT HAD
KNOWN
I BEGAN ITS UNTIMELY FALL