Literature
Precious Flower
Gentle flower,
Hush to sleep,
Rest your weary petals
And fold your leaves,
For winter is nigh.
Sleep now, seedling,
Dream of sunny skies
And the humming
Of bustling bees,
Dream of happiness.
Lie upon your lily bed,
Dreaming listlessly,
Of appled aromas
Wafting warmly
In the breeze to you.
Cling to warmth
In the loamy earth,
Drift away
As the white slumber
Greets you,
...
Sleep sound,
My Precious Flower.