ONE PLUCKED FLOWER
Standing on the corner
Waiting to cross the street
An eye turned in her direction
But no minds were to meet.
Crossed the street to the other side
The mistake was made that day
When paying no attention
To those who wanted to play.
Went into one business then another
All errands seemed complete
Walking back to where she came from
The other across the street.
Lush greens, bushes and trees
Held secrets no tongues did bare
When suddenly she was taken
Under the golden oak which she’s not aware.
She stumbled she fell she tripped
Tears flowing down her face
She was blinded by the lights
Never saw the human race.
Then a hand reached out and touched her
Soft voices she finally heard
Arms reached out and placed around her
Like heavenly glowing birds.
She realized she would make it
She thanked God she was okay
But each night she laid her head to rest
She dreamed of that terrible day.