Why are we so harsh with the full flowers?
We tip toe around the young bush-
"careful with those roots"
oh look a bud!
manage it with care
speak in whispers-
are you alright, little one? We are here!
But what unkindness settles in as the bloom unfurls!
Flower! You should know better!
There is a notch in one of your petals!
You have let a worm eat your leaves!
How will you maintain that color, eh?!
And we look with such a discriminating eye
until the gift has all but faded
a few petals hanging on
and we stare with sad remembrance-
that certainly was-
a precious rose.