A peaceful place of offering.

When he decided to nurture the flower, call off the rain
To water by hand, he found a place of solace not many in this life would understand,

He didn't pluck it from the ground,  nor intended to keep it so, but took much privilege it it's blooming,  more than he did know, 

He gave the flower love that seeded,  another flower began to bloom, by then he had a garden growing needing much more room,

He opened up his heart to the flower,  gave it all he had inside,  without his gentle touch accordingly those flowers would have died 

You see somethings aren't ment to be kept,  not in a vase to rearrange,  love like this with tenderness is often rare and strange, 

He would stop the storm from coming,  or hold an umbrella over their head, and wish them well each morning with tender words he said, 

The flowers knew his gentleness, and overtook his heart in place, filled with the finest colours such, astounding grace,

He became a valley where all the wilder flowers grow, a peaceful place of offering if you should ever go, 

A place he found his presence needed,  never did he question why, he became the story of hope that reached the open sky.