Beauty

Ever had the urge to pluck that beautiful flower?
Then notice the depth of her being.
How careful nature worked to insure perfection?
How accomodating she is to her counterpart
and what balance she works to create life?

How can you pluck such tranquility,
marr the earth with selfishness.
How easy it is to take for granted,
the strong flower.
Humiliate her need for thorns.
When you're the reason for her need of security.

Remember the rose that grew in a crack in the concrete.
Her stubborn need to live,
that she'll plant herself amidst obscurity to ensure soul deep beauty.