The Lady of the Flowers

Midnight falls on the valley of the flowers
In time the Lady emerges from her slumber
Dancing as she walks, from the north she hithers
Slowly gracing each and every flower

In a patch of grass she sits with silent candor
And with hope, with pain the lady remembers
The home she left from a past behind her
She proceeds and forgets those who forgot her

Deep within the forest, she calms her head
And under the moonlight, she lays her spread
In time the Lady speaks and opens her stead
Counseling the weak as tears of hope she shed

Often she thinks and often she prays
Alone with laughter and sees her days
Alone with grief but still with grace
The Lady speaks of her future days

Remembering the counsel of elders
Opening her heart and wistful candor
The Lady gives her advise and favor
To the weak who seeks her prior

In time, in time, in time, in time
The Lady speaks of words in time
Her counsel is heard through time
The Lady persists through time

Goodbye Midz, you will always be in my heart.