My Flower Child

To my flower child:

Many days go by where I find my self.....
I find myself inspecting your petals, reassuring that each and every one of them are perfectly sized, secure and positioned as the day that you bloomed.
Is that bad ?
Is it bad that I want you to remain innocent & perfect ?
That’s what you are in my eyes.
Innocent & perfect....

I was a Rose once.
Perfect in every way, just like you.
Then the rain, sun, and wind occurred....
The 3 elements that I needed.
I mean, it’s crazy how the same sources that gave me life,
That nurtured and grew me into this enchanted rainforest ...could beat, batter, & abuse me.
Take my petals from me.....

My perfect flower child.
When it comes to you, i refuse to trust even Mother Nature.