The Lonely Flower

Another day, another hour Until I walk past a lonely flower I stare at it’s beauty and it’s grace That’s when I realize that I slowed my pace. The flower enjoys the wind and sun Let’s itself be, and defined by no one. It takes each day as it comes and goes Proud to display what it has to show. Thankful for the sunlight of every day and open to acceptance of the harsh rain. Each day is different and unknown And that’s when I realized this flower is not alone.