A Man and His Garden
There are many flowers in my garden, but three stand out among the rest:
A Black Rose,
A Miniature Sunflower,
And a Freckled Canna.
Each of these flowers have been looked after carefully,
With love and special treatment.
However, no matter how much I've tried to help them grow and blossom into something beyond beautiful,
They each can't seem to conquer their many obstacles.
Let's start with the rose, my first flower in this garden,
Beautiful and rare, almost perfect.
The aroma is exquisitely unique and the dark color of the petals make the rose seem almost like royalty.
But this rose refuses to stop growing thorns. There are so many thorns now that there is barely any room for it to blossom at all.
I'd love to pick it up and let it's fragrance fill my house but it is just too dangerous.
I'd clip thorns off of its stem and they would just grow back with two more taking the place.
There is just no chance of me grabbing this rose without being hurt.
Next, we have the sunflower.
Sunflowers should be big,
Bright and radiant,
But this sunflower refuses to absorb the proper amount of sunlight from fear of being dried out,
So it has reached a level of complacency that is unparalleled.
I can water it and feed it all I want but without facing the sun it will remain small and almost unimportant.
But I see the beauty it can become.
It can and will someday stand tall and tower above the rest of the garden,
Being the first thing I see each day.
Ginally the freckled canna.
A very beautiful and happy flower,
But it's scent is so potent that it attracts the worst of characters,
Things that have no reason being near a flower.
Too many times have I seen rodents try to uproot it or insects try to drain it of its sweet nectar.
But it's not its fault, Tl
The freckled canna has an allure that even the darkest of people couldn't avoid.
So day after day I sit in my garden,
Near the sunflower who has become my favorite.
But I occasionally glance at the rose to see if it has stopped growing thorns,
And I try to see if the freckled canna is safe, But I fear it may be too late for me and for them.
At least the sunflower looks up at me like I am her sunlight,
And I'll try my hardest to shine bright.