Walking down the
street one day amidst a summer’s breeze
I came across a lady near her garden on her knees.
Lying not too far from her, in a state of disarray,
There laid a wilted flower, and it prompted me to say ….
Quite a lovely
garden, may I ask what you will do,
With that flower lying over there, disheveled and askew?
It was given me by someone at a time my yard was bare,
I decided I don’t want it, why is it that you care?
I do not have a garden, though I’ve wanted one so much,
But nothing seems to grow there, no flowers can I touch.
If you do not wish to let it grow, what matter that I try?
A flower's meant to blossom, would you rather that it die?
And so it was I
planted it, and watered it each day,
And it flourished and presented a magnificent display.
Each passing year more beauty, would she ever understand?
Something happened so incredible that wasn't even planned.
Worthlessness in
one life may to someone else bring pleasure.
And fill a void in some of us that's difficult to measure.
If you should find a flower that you wanted not to know.
Let it flourish in the garden, where it was meant to grow.
