It was strikingly exotic, yet vaguely familiar
It had a tall, thick stalk like a sunflower
The vibrant color and splendor of a tulip
The soft alluring fragrance of a rose
Yet it's bloom looked like the bird of paradise
It was standing smartly, almost confident
in it's presentation
The image of a peaceful and spledid bird
perched atop a tall tree
It's radiance drawing in the passerby
like pollen draws a bee
I approached it cautiously
as not to disturb the earth around it
The most splendid and compelling
flower I had ever seen
I was certain that it must belong
to someone
For something so beautifully flourishing
must require great care and nurturing
I found myself going out of my way
to stand in it's presence
Even if only for a moment
In awe of Mother Nature
and her artistic wizardry
I began to imagine taking a spade
to this captivating masterpiece
Gently unearthing it
Carefully relocating it
So that I may enjoy and revel
in it's beauty
Nurture it, and
care for it as my own
But that would be self serving
Only to rob another of it's
elegance and beauty
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