Walking down the lane, I saw—
A withered stem, struggling to grow.
Amidst the dust, I took it,
And gave it to a child, as I deemed fit.

It's been weeks since that normal day.
I went out and heard them say,
A fragrant flower has bloomed.
I followed and found what loomed.

The stem I'd found, now grew with dignity,
It found its place and a gardener,
Who nurtured it with benignity.
Through storms and wind, it now stood brave,
No longer in future would it now fall or cave.