A Pink Lily
By Albert Ahearn •
I believe that all things that occur were destined to happen because all things possess its own karma like the flower in this poem.
A pink lily recently plucked
Lays on a sun baked beaten path;
All alone in the morning sun
Its destiny fulfilled and won.
Its progeny from eons past
With one sole purpose foreordained
To bloom a day and then be plucked
And given to someone in love.
The karma saved within the seed
Will guarantee its destiny.
The lovers kiss and wish upon
This pinkish hue phenomena.
The flowers charm had won the day
And then it's gently cast away.