Beautiful Flower

There was a beautiful flower,
She grew in a garden of her own.
Until one summers day,
Death came her way,
In the form of a dog digging for his bone.

The beautiful flower grew again,
Still scared of the dog shone less,
A bee made away with her pollen,
And made honey from her heart.

Now she was weary this flower,
Along came a collector of these.
He promised her travel so she agreed,
And off he took his prize.
He stuck her in a book like the others,
Parade to the World as a trophy.

This once beautiful flower was broken.
Her smile now harden to stone.
She had endure too many hardships,
For one so tender and young.

Then when along came a gardener,
Who wished to cherish this beauty,
The flower was very weary.
She bent away from his gaze,
Tried to hide under the soil,
With no avail.

This cultured man knew what he’d found,
He persisted and charmed the flower.
He wasn’t to be undone by others before,
He was going to give the flower a life,
Water, sunshine and be kind.

The flower agreed,
She had never been treated this well.
She stood proud once again,
Blossoming more than before,
She had done what she always could have before.

She was the one,
The truly great flower.
Now she smiles in the sun,
Forevermore.