Little flower of the field Your blossom came into view None other can match your beauty The sun doth shine on you Rain has given you strength Nights have given you rest In time my beauty An ugly weed will change your dress He'll try and sap your will to live Envy has hastened his growth Evil charms drip from his leaves Beware of his undergrowth Don't be fooled by constant praise It's to deceive your humble heart He aims to flatter you He's good at this kind of art He will stand beside you At a time when storms will come His leaves will soothe your fears But evil is what he becomes It'll be a ruse to break your spirit His intent is to make you blind You must be strong, not give in You won't know what's in his mind Don't listen to his charms There's another side to him One of which you've not yet seen He emits a future that's sure to be grim By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)