I thought of a flower today
So many ways a flower grows
Up, down, out, and sideways
I'm sure there are billions of them in the world
It's interesting how some people prefer one to another
Maybe because the flower makes them feel happy
Or it reminds them of something or someone
It may be because it shows that there's still beauty in a cold world
Something that found light and refused to stay hidden
The flower may wilt and loose it's petals
Time will pass and another may spring up
Blossoming because of elements given to it by the fallen
I don't think it's important where a flower came from
It makes no difference how high it grows
Whether it's colors are vibrant or dull
What matters is what it is
It's a flower... and I'll always remember it...