Home: Poetry: Emily Snyder: The Flower 
 
 
 
People see a a beautiful flower  
And they stop and admire  
People see a dying flower   
And they walk right by  
They give the thriving flower water  
And toss their trash around the onw in need  
A man walks by and sees the the dying flower  
He takes his own water and feeds the helpless one  
The people laugh  
The flower will never be beautiful  
The man ignores them  
And continues tending the flower  
The flower blooms  
And the people look in awe  
Now do you know?
 

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