Within The Garden, A Flower Grew
Within the garden, a flower grew.
Whose beauty, sadly, no one knew.
Planted obscurely, way out back,
It never blossomed because of a lack.
Perhaps it was the wall and its dim shadow,
In whose darkness, very little can grow.
But whatever the reason, nature or neglect,
The flower’s beauty was always suspect.
That is, until the good gardener arrived
And made the flower happy it had survived.
Whether it was perceptive eye or a kind, soft heart,
The flower thrived under the gardener’s art.
Through warm attention and loving care,
The stunted twig developed a beauty rare.
Transcending the shadow that had once obscured it,
She now surpassed the weeds that had endured it…
Seasons come and then they quickly go
But there is one thing that all should know…
When all had been said and done,
This flower had its moment in the sun.
End