Alone in the Garden
Sunshine Shines, But Not on the Flower
Haze has lifted, But the Flower is Dying.
Blooming Pinks and Reds are Picked for Bowls
But that Little Flower Stands Alone.
What Fate has Destined this Flower as So?
When will the Soil be Fertile Again?
For that Little Flower Must Live for Me.
Poem by M. Casey