The Blossom & The Wolf

Little firefly dancing in the moonlight
When the stars also shine bright
A lonely blossom sitting by a tree
Always asking herself: "Why is it always me?"

A brave wolf sitting on a hill
Eating enough to have his fill
He watches the lonely flower
Who is weak with no power

The blossom looked his way
As she is being blown in the month of May
The wolf pounces down to the little ground
As he picks up the wilted blossom
Who had ntohing but a frown

The wolf carries and tends to her
As her body is covered by his fur
Kisses and caresses all night long
Where nothing can go wrong

So this is the story
Told by one another
This is the proof
Of The Blossom and The Wolf

Written by: Stephanie; January 16, 2004
Note: This Poem was made when I was writing my fanfic called, "The Blossom and The Wolf."