Petals

Beauty isn’t all
About with flowers.
It isn’t by the
Colors that I get
So captivated,
Nor by their
Scents that I forget
Where I am.
It is by presence
That I am being held back;
Become not a picker
But an oversee.
I can’t love a flower
Seeing it wilted by time,
Lack of nourishment
And uprooted by greed.
I’d rather just be standing there
Wondering and stunned,
Watching it bloom
And like some true love,
Caring with all the best
I can.

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