I passed through the garden just after a storm;
To pick a flower for brightness and warmth.
The smell of the flower cascaded to surround me,
I was sure that it's beauty would suitably fit me.
I bent to the ground to tenderly touch it,
but just at the moment my fingers reached to pluck it,
I heard a faint step and a gentle, kind, whisper,
“I have better plans for that dear little flower.”
I turned to see the tender eyes of the Gardener.
I felt my back straighten and my grip get tighter.
“You don't understand,” I attempted a response,
“this flower would smell much sweeter if I kept it close.”
I looked up to see eyes filled with tears simultaneous to mine.
And for the first time I noticed the garden's design.
Never such beauty or perfection over flowing;
To think that this flower had a home with such glory.
I looked down at the flower and struggled to loose my grip.
Shaken with sorrow, I asked the Great Gardener for help.
“I've already helped you,” He said “I've guided your eyes-
To look forward to eternity, where your flower resides.”