From a seed to everyone’s love,
from heaven it dropped to earth.
Wandering through the cries of learning,
it stemmed from no worth.
Under the skies, aflame and elixir-moist,
lying in a blanket of warmth.
Rendering love, compassion, endearment,
it presents itself to the world.
Plucked from its roots,
tightly held in their hand.
A strong tight squeeze.
It closes its eyes and begins to wither,
exposed and hurt, a broken fixture.
A fragmented petal,
in an old book faded.
Reading the wet pages of the diary,
it reminisces sitting on top of the thorns.
Ontogenesis perturbed,
yet again abraded.