Awhile ago I wrote a blog about starter flowers.. it wasnt very long (back when I was afraid to say to much) but I was thinking about it yesterday and this is what came to mind.
The tiny flower was late in blooming
It was in the corner of the box
Being pushed out by others
She struggled for food
Struggled for water
The sun was blocked by the box
She kept her head held high
She watched the others in the box get picked one by one
Some were saved and cherished
Others played with and tossed away
They lay on the ground
Unable to move sad and alone
They didnt have the safety of the box
She watched and hid deeper into the corner
Then one day someone picked her
Taking her out of the box
Placing her in a small colorful pot
She loved her new pot
She didnt have to fight
She had room to stretch and grow
Her pot was placed in a window
She could feel the sun
It warmed her petals
Gave her life
And she started to grow
She was loved and cared for
The gardeners hands were loving
Wiping and clipping away imperfections
Singing words of praise
Then one day there was no gardner
There were no words to her
The weather changed
Cloudy and dark
The window grew colder
She began to shiver
Wishing for her box away from the elements
She wanted to be in her corner
Hidden from the storms
She pulled her petals in tight
Trying to find warmth.
She grew hungry and thirsty
Realizing she had been forgotten
She started to wither away
But every now and then
Someone would give her water
The gardener would come every now and then
Renewing her hope that he loved her again
Oh how she was wrong
The cycle played on
She could hear him singing to the others
She longed to have him back
She started to give up
Shaking in her cold lonely pot
Then it happened
He was moving her
The gardner came back
She could feel life in her again
He took her from the window
Placed her by the curb
She could see the window
There was another in her place
She let her petals droop and fall
And hoped the new one wouldnt and up here.
She heard the whistling and was moving before she looked
A old woman picked her up
Telling her "even the ones who've given up
Even the ones who are sad and torn
Can be loved to life again"
She went home with the old woman
This is where she truly learned
She doesnt need a grander
She can survive on her own
Her battle alone in the window proved that
She can be strong all alone
She vowed then that she would
Help and love as the woman did
And she would remind someone
How important their life is.
