Don’t pick the flowers

Don’t Pick The Flowers

Don’t pick the flowers,

let them live, let them grow,

roots deep in the earth,

faces turned to the sun’s glow.

Their petals breathe the morning air,

drinking rain from skies above,

each bloom a silent whisper

of nature’s quiet love.

The wind will dance around them,

the bees will come and go,

and seasons write their stories

in the colors they bestow.

A beauty left unbroken

is a gift the garden knows,

for every bud unopened

holds the promise of a rose.

So let them stand in sunshine,

in moonlight soft and slow,

don’t pick the flowers,

let them live, let them grow.

( 🙏 please)