The child is at the park.
The child is happy.

"What am I," he asks to the back of his mind.
"What is that flower," he asks aloud.
For it was in a vibrant patch that lay a speck of total green.

A lone stem for which its color does not show,
"until it has the chance to fully grow."
The parent had finished her thought.
The child only picked up one word.


The adult is at the park.
The adult is curious.

"I understand," she says to herself.
"I agree," she continues.
"We are truly lucky to have ever experienced anything at all."

The garden is colorless, a small patch of snow lingers,
It can be difficult when you feel an end in sight.
"We should not take what we shared for granted.
We should be happy.
I should always love.

Sometimes things you see, can be the hardest to find."