What a Flower Can Be

A flower can never tell; from what its origins were.

That we shall always be able to touch nor see more
than what seems to believe to it

Than a touch can instill in as unknowing sight that which we may be able to say it with, we knew it too

What can we say that we are never grateful for; for it is always enough to be recalled unto a name as straight

Therefore, a flower beckons into speed of light, a ray of
welcome

A welcoming smile that never knew what fortune might instill into us a lesson undenied

We shall always see. We shall always see to it though
for no matter, we knew we lack for it

Upon the objects that fell before the reader, we see the audience as the merest of tools to decline it with

Thou o open, as a youth will show us ways unseen, as the only feeling in our creation nor for its own sake of being an epitome.