I think, every person resembles like flowers,
Some are gloriously known and craved by many,
And some shy away in their nature,
But regardless, they have beauty in they own ways.
Some are so delicate; and so gentle,
While some grow thorns around them to protect themselves.
But as like flowers,
There's growth;
A vital point to which shapes it to how it can be,
And there's life;
As to which it fully blooms,
Either appreciated for its beauty or taken away for others perusals,
Lastly; There's wilting,
The crucial moment where the flower itself is cherished to its final petals,
Or left to rot when its beauty is ****** out from its veins.
I only wished to be a garden,
To the flowers that shed their own tears to water themselves,
To the flowers that grew sideways to get the sunlight,
To the flowers that just refused to show their beauty;
In the thought of being plucked,
I may not be a garden for all, but i will try to give out my soil to as much as there is out there.
Because like flowers, we need help.
-HIY