Earth's Child

A flower that was never plucked,

And never was offered at the alter;

Neither did it ever adorn a damsel's hair;

And never was showered on celebration of glory;

Neither did it rest in the peaceful tombs.

It lived all spring and faded in autumn.

Though lesser men might not think much of it-

 

Or might not think at all,

It had lived a life of fulfillness.

It spread its beauty amongst thousand eyes.

And its fragrance allured many bees.

Though it never found the pride of a lovely bride,

The Angels say it was Earth's child.