It was a bright, happy day
when the rough, callow boy came out.
“Look at my beautiful flower!” he exclaimed.
“See how much she’s grown.”
What he said was very true.
The flower, once just a slight stem,
was now a strong, red tulip.
It waited for the boy to pluck it,
to take it off and display it to the world,
but the boy was also waiting.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “You’re not quite ready.”
Neither the boy nor the flower
noticed what was across the street.
Hidden in the weeds and uncut grass,
was another tulip, more brilliant than the other.
How it became was unclear.
No one watered it.
No one loved it.
But still it grew.
The owner had long ago
given up on the entire yard.
“Nothing will ever come of this.
What’s the point?” he thought.
But he was wrong about the tulip.
It would continue to grow,
and one day be more radiant
than any other tulip in the neighborhood.
A/N: This is just a little something I put together
