in a field of sorrow death and despair you stand
with your arms stretched out holding your precious little flower
you shield and protect it from the harm below
and watch it grow right in front of your eyes
awe and amazement fill you as the beauty matures and the colors become more vibrant
do not blink, be careful, and head my warning
the smallest mistake can cause you a lifetime of misery
and your precious little flower will be drawn to the ground
there is suddenly a burst of wind and your perspective changes
shock fills your mind as you wonder how you couldn’t have seen this before
what is it that you are looking at in your hand?
it looks and feels and acts like your precious little flower
but there is something wrong about it
your flower looks faded and worn, not healthy and lonely
you don’t approve and tell it to look right again but it droops even lower
you start to lose hope
you feel the flower slipping away from you
but you can’t bear to see it go
embarrassment and distrust set in
and you don’t look at your flower the same way again
one day, as if your hands become translucent, the flower slips right through
there is nothing you can do to catch it
and at that moment you decide to blink
and the second you open your eyes, you catch sight of that flower
it looks just as pretty the first time you laid eyes on it
and you realize it had been your vision and thoughts
that made your precious little flower be dropped
in the field of sorrow, death, and despair where you stand
