A Flower

A flower is a flower you can pick one any time, but have you thought to ponder the beauty of its kind? It’s sown then it’s grown everything unique, its petals to its roots have a sort of mystique. Its petals are its personality, bubbly, thoughtful, sweet. Its leaves are its Wisdom, in which stories are concrete. Its roots are its foundation, steady, tough, and firm. Yet when something has gone missing it wilts just like a fern. So what has gone that makes this flower so very incomplete? The stem, which is love, that can not ever be beat. Something is in common to the description of this piece?! Why yes, of course, the flower has to be, no one more and no one less than gods very best, but who could that be? I hope you hardly had to guess, for the very best of all, is and will only be, my very own mommy.