The Lonely Flower

Another day another hours

until I walk past a lonely flower

I stare at it's beauty and it's grace

that's when I realize that I slowed my pace

the flower enjoys the wind and sun

let's itself be, and defined by no one

it takes each day as it comes and goes

proud to display what it has to slow

thankful for the sunlight of everyday

and open to acceptance of the harsh rain

each day is difference and unknown

and that when I realized this flower is not alone