The little violet

Violets are my favorite flower to grow
With a little love and care they bring
much fun and cheer!

Snuggled in their beds, watered and fed, they are happy
where they are planted, with dresses of pink, purple and
red and bright yellow eyes

One morning a large hand reaches low
these violets are lifted from their beds and
placed in a box, wondering where they are going
the littlest violet begins to cry “please don’t leave me behind”

The engines are roaring they are not sure where
they are going, suddenly they come to a stop, the
man places them on a shelf, their leaves are drooping
their flowers are dropping and they are not very
pretty as people are passing

The little one cries, “our toes are cold and soggy
and we have caught a chill, please won’t you give
us a chance and take us home before we die?

A time to heal is what we need after our difficult ride”
A sprinkle of water, their heads begin to perk and
people stop to look “These violets are prettier than
before, I think I will buy them”

The shadows are passing, they are placed on a shelf
sparkling, if not for their time of disaster, they would
not be brighter, filling this home with laughter!

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