Wild Flower

A simple girl she was a simple woman she’ll be lives in her simplest dream future... God makes her free... like a flower produces nectar not to attract but to feed bees.. butterflies and other insects pollinate to produce nicer breeds.. in a forest where a monster lives dark cold nights he suffers most like a butterfly he wanted to see a honey that moist's lips of a soldier bee… by curiosity he went on to the garden of no return a pitcher plant he meets she bites, she kills...she sleeps…. © 2009 lady grace (All rights reserved