The Endangered Innocence

Which was the flower that bloomed in the day,
that the night had to spread its expanse of dark wings,
to conceal the beautiful creature ,
from the clutches of that rummaging lad.
Please give it a safe sojourn where,
no thorn will rip through its soft, smoothened petals.
No flower was ever more pretty than her,
Her innocence subdues all evil that stands,
She never did hesitate to spread that radiant smile,
which soothes all truth on Earth, which binds one and all.
Still the abstruse calculations of that lad,
spares not even a petal of the comely thing.
He suffocates the little thing,
even before it starts to fade and wither,
and the pretentious onlookers,
break into vainglorious tears.
But the conscientious night never overlooks her duty,
She comes in time to guard the pretty thing,
To scare away her pursuers far and away.
If not for the night,
no flower would have ever dared to bloom,
and innocence would have been
a word totally unheard of in our world.