Don’t pick that flower

I've passed by this same flower every day on my walk home from school

I admire everything about it

I can even say I love it

For all its beauty, it's a wonder, its growth, and perseverance

It's survived winters, storms, and every challenge the earth has bore

I wonder what it's like to pick it up and hold it

I've even thought about taking it home and planting it

It's not my flower, but I can't lie, making it mine has crossed my mind a time or two

But what's my walk like without that flower?

Does it have the same beauty if it's in my room?

Will I admire it for all the same reasons?

Maybe the flower is special because of where it is in my life

In my best friend's garden

Maybe the flowers right where it needs to be in my life

Where it's always meant the most to me