Flower Poem by Micron

Just as we wondered if it had survived
It showed me that it was still alive
On the withered branch inner beauty it shows
As the first green buds appear as it grows
I don’t know why but that moves my heart
This natures own priceless piece of art
Then from its spindly rough stem
Grows a tiny tight little bud a gem
Forming a huge delicate velvet flower
Whos beauty stops you perfection at any hour
In the morning it glistens with the decorated dew
It sways dancing in the wind to the music it knew
Showing its beauty glowing in the warmth of the sun
This flower everyones heart will have totally won