To watch a flower grow
Takes quiet patience.
You can not force it
Into existence
Though you know
The beauty it will
Bestow.
You can not ask
More of her
Gentle petals
Nor expect her
Leaves to be
Greener.
Whether rose
Or daisy
Or dandelion
She will be what
She was meant to be.
And you will look upon her
with wonder in your eyes
And think how lucky you were
To find her there.
Whether planted by hand
Or grown in the wild
Her will is what
Brought her here.
And a flower doesn’t
Know how precious it is
Because a flower is
Just a flower.
