10. Flower Part II
The flower I once saw is long dead now. But I was five when I watched it shift in the wind. She would look so beautiful, I thought, with wildflowers in a crown around her hair.
But after just a moment, holding to the image as though it were delicate as a wilted leaf, I stood and turned away. The best gift I could pass to that flower was to leave it where it was. Let it grow. Let it live.
One day there will be flowers all around.
Give me a wounded star, and I'll heal it.
I'll rub away its bruises, and make it shine.
I'll guide it back to its place in the sky.
Then I'll give it a laugh, and a flower,
And a crumpled leaf to mend.
And if I do,
Will you notice?