A Flower Blooms
Tend your garden well
A new sprout has emerged So supple and green If you treat it kindly It shall bloom for you
But if you dig up its roots Transport it somewhere new Leaving it in the dark Or providing no warmth This thing of beauty Will never bloom
So, treat it well Tend to its needs And give it time For you shall see Its beauty unfold
You, my child, are the flower I am your sun your water and shade I will tend to you I will make you bloom