Read Poem: Petunias by Bailey Swart

Sometimes I wish I were a flower

rooted in the warmth of the sunlight

all day long.

The cooling breeze tickling my petals

and being bathed by the waterfall

of a loving gardener’s can.

I wouldn’t need much to grow

no sleep, no food,

just the sun and a few sips of water

until I bloomed into a

bold, yet humble

symbol of joy, celebration, and honor

standing royally in the dirt

until I came to rest

on a young girl’s dresser,

being the tangible sign

of a young boy’s love.