August 9, 2005

  • A flower offers beauty all its own,
    Smell the fragrance; see its bloom.
    See its colors litter the world,
    Delicate but bold, frail but strong.
    Mishandle it, though, and feel its thorns.
    A wilted rose in need of light,
    Will still prick you if not treated right.
    Gather a bundle for display,
    Gather a bunch for a bouquet,
    But blood can still splatter.
    So it's best to leave a flower be,
    If you can't give it what it needs.
    Care and attention, gentle affection.
    Respect for what it can do,
    It will beautify your life if pampered,
    But spill your blood if it isn't.
    Don't pick what you aren't ready to have,
    It may be just a flower in your world,
    But in its own world you're all it has.