Flowers
Scratches, scars, and tears, Stretch marks, unique shapes, bright colors. The flower has all of these, each so different and beautiful. Smallest to the largest, We see beauty, a triumph of breaking through the ground. Harsh sun, overwatering, and weeds, All try so hard to choke them out. But when together, there is nothing that can. Power in the beauty of harmony, they stand. Coming back year after year, how loved is their rebirth. For nothing can stop them. Water the flower, speak kind words over it, Prune the toxic weeds that try to choke it. Stand for the ones that have suffered and continue to because they have been forgotten. Protect the small sprouts and buds of flowers yet to bloom, give them a chance to grow. Don't stand by as aggressors pluck petals, be the sun that burns them dare they touch. Why compare the different beauty you see? Why cut down the daffodil for the snowdrop? All have the same core, all were created with great love and