By the path
I saw a flower
with petals
white, violet and red.
As my business was pressing
I could not gaze on it
as long as I wished
but plucked it
to cheer my way.
Forgetfully, I crushed
it as I walked
and left it behind.
Much later
I found another
as beautiful.
I pulled it from the soil
roots and all
and took it with me.
I shared this wonder
with others who journeyed
on the same road.
Many touched it,
the roots and petals
until it was broken
and bruised
and not lovely at all.
I left it behind.
Another flower,
the same as the others,
held my gaze.
Learning my lesson,
I enjoyed the sight
and the fragrance.
I kissed it lightly
with my hand
then,
kept its dim memory
in my heart,
turned away and
walked on.
With empty hands
I greeted strangers
and suggested they watch for flowers.
How have we served you?