Here I stand,

This green-stemmed wonder,

My head a blossoming heart of colour.

You’ll stop and stare

In admiration,

Awed by beauty crafted

By a hand unseen.

But-

Before you stoop to wrest me from my home

And sodestroy me

So that I might brighten some dark room,

Please think-

Surely beauty is far more beautiful

When left to be beautiful?