the flower
As I was riding down the road,
I saw a tiny tree.
A little seedling fresh and new,
And then it passed by me.
Next by the road in front of me,
I saw a field of grass.
But I would never know a single blade,
For soon I had gone past.
And then I saw a tiny flower,
So tender and so tame.
And there I wept for that small flower,
For I would never know its name.
