poetry:// a child's story...

once a little red ant walked up a tree on a branch he stood and awed at the tiny white flower on the limb next to him...petals soft and luscious...
soon...he stood watch and protected her from harm, no bee could taste her nectar, no fly could rest on her petals...day and night he fought anyone who got too close...
till one day the flower soon quivered...turned ugly...petals no longer soft...she dried up and died...never really loved...just protected...
no one touched her the way she wanted to be touched...or tasted the sweetness of her nectar...was because she was guarded and kept from harm...if you love someone let them live...