Flower o’ flower

 

You began as a seed

 

Deep in your mothers womb

 

When your tiny stem emerged

 

Delicate and fragile you were

 

Tenderly with love and devotion, protected and cared for

 

You grew so beautiful

 

Your creator was so proud of your beauty

 

But flower o’ flower understand, for nothing born has not faded

 

Nothing faded, does not get reborn

 

Life is not yours

 

You are but given a choice

 

Shall you only focus on your

 

Or shall you try to offer your gift, to others too