Poetry

Flower

You found a tiny flower,
So small and so plain,
You took it home and planted it,
Feeding it with rain
You saw your flower growing,
Yet didn't want to touch it,
Thinking that if you gave it time,
The flower could be more beautiful yet.
While you waited, you bought roses,
And daisies by the dozen,
But still you kept the little flower,
To show you point was proven
But the tiny little flower
Wasn't so little anymore
The flower had grown beautiful,
And now longed to live on different shores,
Another person found the flower,
Didn't care that it was small,
Picked it from its plot of land,
Removed it from its earthen wall
The flower then was happy
No more was it confined
The flower had a person now,
And like a star it shined.