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.