Only Love and Sunshine

There once was a flower

Its petals curled and asleep

It sat in the sunshine for weeks and weeks

But did not unfurl

A bee came along

And sat on the flower

And on it sang a little song

But the flower did not blossom

A little girl came along

And took a picture of the flower

And basked in its beauty for hours

But the flower did not open

The flower stayed closed

Tightly curled as if in death throes

But the world had other plans

A gust blew gently on a rose

And the rose bent under its flows

Until its red petals sat on the flower’s stem

Like a head on a shoulder

And the flower unfurled

Better than ever

A magnificent portrait

Of fantastical wonder

A magnum opus of nature

Like no other flower

One of a kind

Beautiful in its own right