Little Flower Maiden

There is a little flower maiden who is crying.

She is all alone, yet she weeps so.

What could cause you, pretty little flower maiden, to cry so?

Her foot slips into the koi pond,

silver, salty, tears following,

falling into the clear water.

The pale moon shines it's light,

over her silky, long, dark hair.

Her hair, black as night,

contrasts perfectly with her pale, creamy, skin.

Little Flower Maiden, with your eyes full of tears,

tell me your troubles, and ease your burden.

The nigh' is finished, but the Little Flower Maiden

is not, and may never be done.