It was a beautiful day and I was
searching and picking flowers.
Soon I had realized I had been
out here for several of hours.

Forgive me please
but each one was so unique
Each petal, each leaf
seem to leap at my feet.

Down meadows and fields
across rivers and creeks.
I wish you could've heard all the secrets
the flowers had told me

I finally left the garden.
My fingers covered in pollen and seeds.
I now will always choose to grow flowers,
even when others grow weeds.