The pedal fell from the flower, there¡¯s only one pedal left now. You have the needle, you have the skills, just sew my pedals because all that¡¯s left is a naked me. The light rises, it¡¯s beaming on my thorns. The ground is dry, sucking nothing but dust. I¡¯m ready to wilt and tremble to the earth, but my gardener and my protector restores my life. The hand caresses me gently and nutrients fly through my veins; drops of water drench me, I become strong again. The pedals are mended, the colors restored. I¡¯m beautiful, and it¡¯s all because of you.Back Home 11-19-03 Ashley Lauer
