By Jasmine Tewksbury
fragile and pink.
So small,
they cause little people to think.
To think about them,
and their place in this world.
They sit there
with their petals all curled.
They do not mind
people belittling them.
For they know,
they are not just petals on a stem.
They are the beauty
that soaks up the sun.
They are the thing
you give to a loved one.
They bloom,
whether we tell them to or not.
They sit in a garden
until moved into a flower pot.
Some are ripped out of the ground
before they finish sprouting.
They feel the grasp of a hand,
and begin to start doubting.
Doubting the reason
they were put on this earth.
Then they realize,
there will be a rebirth.
They will return.
As a Dahlia, large and yellow.
Or an Orchid,
as white as a marshmallow.
Just because
they have a new design,
does not make
their worth decline.