The Flower's Friend
He is a guy
Walking around aimlessly
His inside is dark
Pitch black
Except for a single light
But he stumbles along a flower
That everyone passes on
It's wilted and has thorns all around
Slowly he reached out and touched it
Amazed as the thorns did not hurt his hand
To him the flower glows
It becomes a second light
What everyone sees as a dead flower
He sees beauty
Everyday he comes back to see the flower
And attempts to help it with its thorns
The flower is his friend
And he will not leave it
