It’s color was gentle, full — petals silky smooth — leaves green.
I ahhed and gasped, bent to see
I looked it over carefully, examined its root and stem.
I considered its beauty, saw how it added so much to the garden.
Thrilled, I plucked it and took it for my own pleasure.
Now it sits in my vase, growing pale, fading, losing vigor,
Left alone, its beauty would please me
and others as well.
What a fool. Better to love the flower in its place
Than to steal it away From it’s garden showcase
and its nourishment.
What a fool.