I gaze upon this tiny flower, so frail and yet so strong,
And oh so much more beautiful than any written song.
For words or rhyme, can ne'er describe, such gentle beauty deep.
I question, should I pick this flower, or in my heart just keep.

For if I were to take this flower, its beauty I may show,
Yet, if I were to pass it by, then many more may grow.
With this confusion in my mind, a choice so hard to make,
To leave this beauty here for all or evermore to take,
I took my rest upon the earth, just there to gaze a while.
A whisper came across the land, brought to my lips a smile,
For nature in her wisdom there, displayed her love to me,
My mind so strong, that I would stand, and let the flower be.

For in this flower, young and small, a life, akin to mine,
her petals closed as I looked on, whence twilight brought the sign.
So many more delighted me, in oh so many miles,
My love for mother nature brought my lips a cause to smile.
That tiny flower grows each year, returning every spring,
And had somebody taken her, there'd be no song to sing.

Lines composed in spring 1994 whilst walking in Cumbria.

Maélwys /|\