For you.

Pulling weeds from a garden A flower seemed of dead Grabbed its base and tugged upon Removed it from its bed Flat in hand the flower bloomed An instant shock of life Dead but once alive again Held it like a knife Firm with care but loose with trust The flower seemed to fade Just to come right back again When in my hand it laid Across my hand the stem spread out Growing fast its roots expand One goes left, the other right And attaches where it land It stays amongst me as each day passes Like it has been since the start And if the flower ever leaves It will stay within my heart.