You might find me as the most beautiful and unique flower amidst other flowers, around me.
Don't pluck me up separating my roots and the soil, for I would lose my identity.
You pluck me off my origin and keep me in your favorite vase, and I will adorn your sight for a while but will be gone soon.
You might plant me elsewhere, but I would have forgotten to grow, by then.
Don't pluck me up and hurt my soul but rather, but rather just nurture me all day and night.
And one fine day, when I wilt away leaving you in tears, I will leave carrying you along in my heart,
etched like age-old fossils.
For you, incarnated the care the entire world could drizzle upon me.

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