Within the Wood
Daniel J. Wagner
Once within the wood there grew
a flower sparkling with the dew,
nestled 'neath the gentle shade
the towering oak above it made.
Petulant petals undercurled,
when to sunlight it unfurled --
bright with beauty, glorified,
those who looked upon it sighed.
It stirred a passion once unknown,
about my heart its roots had grown.
For many days it bloomed with me,
'neath the shadow of the tree.
'Twas then I sought to make it mine,
and plucked the flower from the vine
in my passion's frenzied glee,
it must belong to none but me.
I watched the flower slowly die,
wilt and wither before my eye.
I sought the stem from which I tore,
but it would bloom nevermore.
© 1998 Daniel J. Wagner, all rights reserved
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