You brought me to a good soil
Where I could grow as many petals as I could.
But You know I chose not to.
For the world is too far perfect for me.
But I know that You're more perfect than this world could ever be.
Maybe that is why I'd rather grow my roots deeper and deeper than to grow my petals.
There's so many things I hide.
So many things that I bury deeply within these roots.
And You always feed me with the sweetest water
You always understand that I could only bloom little bits of flower
No matter how I'm weak and tired,
how I refuse to make flowers out of me,
Your hands always brought life.
Though my flowers aren't
as beautiful as theirs,
You always find something beautiful in me
I don't know what else I could give or ask,
O, Great Gardener.
YOU ARE READING
Act II: Oakleaf Geranium
PoesíaEmbodiment of friendship. As long as there love, Quercifolium will always live.
