True Beauty Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

There is a flower so amazing
When it is crushed, it sprouts anew
When cut to bleeding it recovers
And blooms with brighter, fragrant hue

Much stronger, thicker briar hedges
Can thrive and prosper in the sun
But winter frost and drought of summer
Will kill them when all’s said and done

So what is this most rare of flowers
That often larger plants ignore
Yet in its unseen modest being
It rises yet to be adored

True beauty is that sweetest flower
Much more sublime the more it’s bruised
Don’t faint or fold your petals ever
You’re one thing we can’t bear to lose.