Why is it <br />when we see a beautiful flower <br />our first instinct <br />is to pick it? <br />We just want to yank it up <br />and take it with us <br />with no regard for the flower. <br />No guilt in the fact <br />that it will die within a day or so now. <br /> <br />Wouldn't it be nice <br />if when we see a flower <br />we just look and admire <br />the shape of it's curves <br />the scent of it's body <br />the sheer ability to survive <br />in a world like this? <br /> <br />Yet, rarely do we see one <br />without thinking of plucking it right up <br />and keeping it for our very own <br />with little or no thoughts of <br />how much joy and beauty <br />this flower could bring to others. <br /> <br />Is this the selfishness of humans <br />or do we just think that little <br />of flowers?<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-must-we-pick-the-flowers/
