Like a flower nourished with love
from heavens above,
Gently, she is touched by the soft sunlight.
Throughout the years when the rain pours,
She stood firm even in the midst of storm.
Like a flower, she may be wild,
From nowhere she carefully stands out.
She is quiet, she is serene,
Often times, she is not seen.
Among the bushes and the thickets,
She simply delights being unnoticed.
She fears to get picked, and fall
In the arms of an unkind soul.