The Flower Goddess

She sat there everyday
In her field of flowers.

If she was lucky, a human would pass by
chatting and laughing with a loved one
sometimes they’d even take her flowers!
to remember, and make themselves happy

When they were done, they would leave
and she would sit alone again,
alone in her field of flowers.

One day felt different, however,
there was a weird smell in the air
she didn’t mind though,
but her flowers did.

The next day smelled like that too,
and the next,
and the day after that.

She never saw any humans anymore,
and her flowers started to wilt away.

She did all she could for them,
until one day, she passed out.

When she awoke again, she was confused

Where were her flowers?
Why were there big gray clouds coming from weird machines?
Why were there bottles and wrappers everywhere?

What was happening?

Her flower field!
Her Beautiful flower field!

Why? she began to cry!

Her tears dripped to the floor
The Dry, Dead, Grass
the land was not ready for her tears!

Those machines wanted to destroy the planet.
Fine! So be it!

Her tears lit the grass aflame
It all burned to nothing
…even her

Silent flames engulfed her…

As The Flower Goddess ceased to exist.

By Lizbeth Garcia-Lopez, age 12