Then slowly bowed down the parched, arid soil Just a spray of dust hid it from the world And a thug of twigs to vanish its trace -------------------------------- Poor little flower bud, forsaken by its master Crashed and trampled upon somewhere seldom heard of Poor bud that has been a fleshy green promise Of a sweet, slender, scarlet flower ----------------------------- Once a seed, sowed and nurtured At the heart of its master, it has been a joy But along the way, the master could wait no more He abandoned the plant without seeing the shoot.