The Flower-covered Gun

There once was an old gun that lay on a table,
This gun lay alone, broken, and empty
One day a flower was brought to the table
The flower was beautiful and brightened up the room; such flower brought company
The next day a few bullets were laid beside to the gun and the flower
The bullet provided motivation, power, a reason for existing
The last day the gun was fixed and no longer broken
The flower-covered gun is now fixed, contains feeling, and isn't alone.