Mary The Flower (MUST READ)

"Oh Mary contrary how does your garden grow, Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row.
My answer was laughter softer as I lowered my head.
Your too late I'm afraid this flower is already dead".

I grabbed my shovel and dig the dead flower and carefully put the dead flower into the pot.  Smiled cheerfully at the man. I offered my hand.

He said, "Oh Mary contrary how does your garden grow, Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row. I took my hand down and was took my shovel. "I don't know how my garden grow sir, it is passion, love, caring and helpfulness. I dance and sing around my garden for 2 minutes, then a spot of gold appears it was sparkly like no one could hold. I don't know how I grow my garden it maybe magic from your spirit".

The man looked at me confusingly and took a breathe. One step back I took and look frighteningly. He grabbed a shovel and walked closer to my Garden. I took 3 small steps forward and leaned towards the man.

The man digged the garden, smashing my delicious fruit, damaging the beautiful colored flowers. "STOP"!, I shouted grabbing the shovel trying to take it off the man. I hold onto the shovel and kept saying, no, no, no, you can't.  The man pushed me into the dirt and carried on damaging my garden. I crossed my legs oppisite directions covering my face sitting and cried. I was weak, my voice was too feeble to shout or even talk loud. My voice was soft like a whisper. I was crying and crying.

Everyone remember the story and this poem, always remember the poem:
"Oh Mary contrary how does your garden grow, Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row.
My answer was laughter softer as I lowered my head.
Your too late I'm afraid this flower is already dead".

The dead flower was her happiness and the mans happiness, the lady had her happiness, but the man destroyed the garden because he had no happiness, he wanted the lady to feel like him.