Loves Dimmest Light

A sad tale I tell:

Once I heard words of discouraged outrage
bestowed upon a lovely flower.
Indignant response to a child’s ways,
a child’s thoughts, a child’s actions.

The flower, a lovely rose, blown to and fro
the whims of blustery arrogance
laughing claims of adult wisdom.

A very sad tale I tell,
of a beautiful flower
hidden from sight
by loves dimmest light.