The city glistens in the morning light
that shines upon the people moving fast.
A little girl, pigtails tied up with bright
bubblegum colored ribbons hurries past.
She pauses by the vender stalls to think
and run her quiv’ring fingers through her hair.
Her darting eyes catch sight of red and pink
and rest upon the flowers lying there.
“Here is your daily flower,” says a boy.
The vender hands the girl a sturdy rose.
“Roses are beauties!” the girl says with joy.
She skips along, as love inside her grows.
She brings the rose to stony gardens blue
and sets it on a headstone there. For you.