A prayer for flowers

Let their scent 

not attract devastation;

Fallible stems and petals,

Ego of a garden

with a posession

yearned by eyes

rubbing hands at

their growths spectation.

Let their base clench

only the goodness 

within the soil..

Their bodies know the palm

when time's right.

Let the truth given

to them steer their blooming

like the voice repeatedly

reminding them what not

and what to do.

Amen.