I was out in the garden and what did I find
A flower so pretty, I couldn’t get it out of my mind
Its scent so fragrant, its blossom so fine
Each day I imagined making it mine

But flowers are precious and need to be free
To decide what it means for a flower to be

Nature’s not easy to live in and grow
You do or you die as you well know.
That flower amazed me with all of its fight
In being alive with heavenly delight.
I watched that flower and what did I see
A flower that wanted more than a flower to be

With petals so soft, full of color and light
A flower it was with all of its might
Its roots and its bulb in the soil did grow
Its leaves and its blossom in sunlight did glow

The bees came a buzzing, pulled in by the smell
To partake of the nectar, a feast, oh so swell
Then they would fly off, another flower to meet
To the bees my lovely blossom was just another treat

But I worried that someday, someone would take
And pick that one flower in order to make
A bouquet to give on St. Valentine’s Day
Simply cutting that blossom without its OK

Because every flower should choose when to go
And if you listen, it will call soft and low
Saying come now and pick me, for I want to be
Your flower forever to smell, hold and see
A part of your heart forever, fragrant and free.