Petals in a flower
full and upright
tendered with care.
Light, pure water and the air.
Carefully loved the results are pure beauty
Like a relationship
When the care stops in any way
Petals begin to fall
The stem of life begins to bend
Loosing strength to show beauty
If realised early
The flower will return
We must be around to tenderly care
We must be aware.

(Not my best but new and I wanted to try :))