There is a flower

I have been watching

It has me enthralled

If not confused

The colors keep changing

Vibrant then dark

Happy then dull

The blossoms

Open and fragrant

Inviting

Welcoming

Then gone

Fallen trampled

But the life always seems to return

In the flower’s own timing

In the flower’s own way

Push it

Try to force it

Try to fix it yourself

The flowers withdraws completely

But sig back and watch

Observe

The changes

The dance

Playing out in the flower

And the life returns

Vibrant again

Open

Welcoming

It seems to smile at me

From every breath

In every breeze

It tumbles along

This flower

I love

Though it is not always easy

I love it none-the-less

For the imperfections

The confusions

The contradictions

That collide together

In perfection

In beauty

That only this flower can be

Perfection

In being exactly

As this flower

Was created to be