In a forest filled with wretched brier,
not one bud escapes its ire--
the gnarled roots and creeping vines
pierce all beauty with its fearsome spines.
But deep within, a flower lies,
hidden by bramble from all the world's eyes.
She stands up tall. She stands alone.
Standing strong, but still unknown.
One night, the flower hears a sound--
heavy footsteps upon the ground.
Out from the darkness appears a man
with clippers, shovel, and watering can.
For countless hours he continues to toil,
removing the flower from the soil.
She wonders what the man intends
to do with her, and to what ends.
He carries her past countless trees,
and in the distance she soon sees
a humble home with a soft, warm glow
coming from a single window.
The man sets the flower in a hole sized just right,
gives her some water, and retires for the night.
The very next day, when the sun starts to rise,
the man reappears with a look in his eyes.
A look of compassion and spirit so pure,
she knows that their love will forever endure.