Beautiful

You captured a flower yet to bloom

And tenderly you tended to it.

You gently peeled the dead layers away.

And it hurt.

But soon fresh layers were exposed.

And you lovingly caressed it.

You smiled knowing what as to come

And one day this little flower realized

She had you

And she smiled as she began to bloom

Her petals reached out and her roots began to grow.

Inside her held an inner glow

And she started to grow

Among her dead flowers lay

They snipped and snared

But she held onto her Carer

He was always there.

She loved him so

And the love only became deeper

She worship him

And Praised him for all he’d done

And when the day came to see her reflection

She saw Him

And she felt beautiful