There once was a young girl that blossomed to be a beautiful flower. Her parents loved her and watched her grow to be a lovely young lady. Her smile was like sunshine. Her limbs were graceful and danced like the wind through a willow. When she was near, not only did her words touch their heart, but her eyes invited them to look deep into her soul. There she would pull them near and wrap them close with her love. There they would stay through the day.
She began to take walks, just to have her own time to be away. She mingled with some close friends, and they began to help lead her astray. They introduced her to a young man that had grown to be a weed. Poisoning every part of their promising flower. He pushed the evil drink to her full lips. He encouraged her fun times if she would just swallow what was in his hand. He even went so far as to get her to poison herself with the needle he placed in her hand.
Then one day, the flower and the weed went to far. They hovered above their broken bodies and looked at their soiled life. They were trampled, and mangled and cried out for some one to please help. The same time they were crying, the flower’s parents were kneeling. Praying for help. Praying for angels to appear. Angels to guide their souls back to their bodies. To heal them and protect them. To bring them back home. There they would wrap them in mercy and give them hope.
That night a prayer was answered. Medicine poured over and through, like rain, healing their insides, and encouragement, like sunshine, helped them continue to grow. Now when people look, they see these two. Two young happy people. New parents. Living free.
