You plucked me out,
holding me gently in your hand
as you took a whiff.
You told me this,
that I was so beautiful
as I still grew.
You put me down
to pick up a dried blossom
and tried to forget.
You consider us,
that you may want my bloom
as not like the dry.
I try to forget
that you uprooted me from my plot
and made me fall.
I don’t want you
to forget all that we had though…
since I won’t.
take a look at that flower…
the lovely lilting petals
the tall and slim stems
the robust glistening leaves
it stands through sun and rain
but what you don’t see…
the soil providing its life
the carbon dioxide rejuvenating
the roots that stretch beneath
the earth to help it stand up straight
the flower wouldn’t stand so tall
or so beautiful or luminous
without all that you can’t see
the flower may not like her petals
for no one sees beyond them
but if you take a moment
to think about what makes
the flower so wonderful
you’ll find it’s the most important
part of the blossom after all