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A little girl stood in my garden

and plucked a flower without my pardon

as I watched her from the shade

quietly observing the flower's beauty fade

Then I bid her to come hither

as she too watched the flower wither

and asked her if it won't have been better

to leave the flower in its mortal tether?

The little girl pondered on this problem

as she sadly watched the wilting blossom

an assumption she was wrong in making

that the flower's beauty was for taking

Our history is full of countless facts

consequences of our thoughtless acts

if only man could be inspired

to stop and think before an act transpired

The girl wished that she had the power

to turn back time and revive the flower

so giving her some seeds, and my pardon

I watched hope replanted in my garden