Flower

Flower

A flower sitting quietly
like it has nowhere to be
opening up its little world
for anyone to see

Its petals curl around itself
like arms around a dream
holding something deep inside
that no one else can see

It looks like it has secrets
hidden underneath each part
maybe flowers have their own way
of talking to the heart

It opens when it wants to
and closes when it knows
that sometimes being beautiful
doesn’t mean you have to show

The wind can move its petals
but it never makes it leave
it bends a little with the breeze
then slowly finds its peace

Maybe it has seen the seasons
come and go through every year
and learned that nothing stays the same
but still it grows right here

There is something almost magical
about the way it grows
never asking for attention
just becoming what it knows

And if you sit beside it
and listen for a while
you might feel something peaceful
in the way it seems to smile

A little flower in the world
but somehow so much more
a quiet little mystery
that keeps on opening its door