A Kind Gardener

The sleepy flower rests her bud
Until the sun has risen.
And when the orb shines in the sky,
The bud unfurls petals towards her god.

The flower, fragrant and bright
Makes itself known to man and bee alike
But cares only for the light of the sun
And for the water of the earth.

Some flowers, though, are so fragile
That the sun and water is not enough
To keep them growing in an environment
Not suitable for cultivation.

These flowers require more than light
And more than water to thrive.
They need the touch of a loving hand.
They need a kind gardener.