One day my journeys came across

A field adorn in flowers,

Each one a glorious, precious sight

Brilliant colours they did shower.

Amongst this glory, a particular sprout

Whose beauty caught my gaze,

With tender thoughts, and steady heart

Caused feelings of love to raise.

Yet in her struggles, a wound was caused

That chained that dear sprout's heart,

Yet on and on she struggles so,

To break those bonds apart.

And as I watched, my tears did form

But fate demands its toll,

So for now I walk away

With hopes she achieves her goals.

Michael Harkins © 4/99