I wanted to pick you –
you are so pretty,
your petals full of color,
your stem breathes with life.
I wanted to take you,
bring you with me,
set you in glass,
and dry you still and safe.
But you –
you are one of a kind.
No other bloom
has your quiet grace.
So I won’t pick you.
I’ll come to where you grow,
and turn your meadow
into my garden.
I’ll keep you from harm,
shade you from heat,
water you through dry spells
and shelter you from storms.
Because when you find
a flower you can’t live without,
you don’t pick it –
you grow beside it.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC
I wanted to pick you –
you are so pretty,
your petals full of color,
your stem breathes with life.
I wanted to take you,
bring you with me,
set you in glass,
and dry you still and safe.
But you –
you are one of a kind.
No other bloom
has your quiet grace.
So I won’t pick you.
I’ll come to where you grow,
and turn your meadow
into my garden.
I’ll keep you from harm,
shade you from heat,
water you through dry spells
and shelter you from storms.
Because when you find
a flower you can’t live without,
you don’t pick it –
you grow beside it.
