Unusual Flower Poem by Nicole Anne Sia

Thousand seeds, thousand flowers,
Each one yields different powers.
Each one’s purposes, however,
Must be nourished altogether.

Of the seeds sown in that field,
All were honed in a protective shield.
Most had sprouted, most had grown,
Yet there’s one that’s left alone.

This seed pot remained hallow:
Mainly soil with water, wallow.
Odd it is that nothing thrived
In a pot where nothing deprived.

The gardener, appalled by what he’s seen,
Tried to revive the swollen green.
Patience and effort studded the pot.
He hoped it would improve a lot.

Days after days, weeks after weeks,
The gardener tried several techniques.
Instilling hopes and dreams of betterment,
Wishing he’d see a little improvement.

A month had past, at last, success!
The pot has filled itself with progress.
A tiny shrub with an unusual scent,
An unusual flower was present.

Truly odd, but stunning indeed:
An odd flower from a stubborn seed,
Grown in a garden of effort and passion
That made the garden thrive in fashion.

Flowers that grow, success harvested.
Virtues instilled upon sowing it.
With these nourished the garden is sure
To flourish with blossoms, oh so pure.