a flower grows

a flower grows
    it stretches tall in the morning sun,
Shining bright and clean from the dew drops
    that have settled on its petals.
The sun beats down and people slow down,
    and traffic gets bad, but in the still
Quiet of my backyard...

a flower grows.
    It grows and grows and grows,
quietly and so very slowly it grows.  Never
    stopping for nightfall or rain
as people do.  It tries not to outdo a flower gone
    by, a flower bigger or rounder than it,
but just to be one-of-a-kind, a unique flower.
    And oh, how lovely is this flower I see,
and how I envy such beauty growing in my
    backyard under the trees!