I was on my lunch hour, when this beautiful flower, strayed into my sight — so pristine and white.

It was trapped in the shade, sadly pleading for aid, and there was no doubt — it would die out.

So I pulled out my spade, for this little crusade, thus to offer protection — within my collection!

Now every spring giveth, this flower named Niveth, rescued from certain doom — but may now ever-bloom.