One crystal flower swelled in a garden,
standing with pride and beauty all day,
Bees tried to steal her nectar and taste.
One day, somebody's hand cut her stem,
this crystal flower stolen and taken away.
Each petal was scattered on the ground,
sparkling dimly, breathless and tired.
Days went by and all flowers bloomed.
A new day of spring burst with hope.
One morning, a gardener went to visit,
found scattered crystals covered in mud.
He picked each piece 'til he'd found each one,
brought them all home and polished.
He patiently glued every broken line,
until a new crystal flower arose.
His hands found a new paradise.
Though once was broken,
now stands purity and grace.
Entry for: METAPHOR: Crystal Free Poetry Contest
of Nette Onclaud
written by:Aiyah De Torres
Second Language: English