A Flower's Essence

Never fall for a flower, so bright and fair,
Without delving deep, to her roots, with care.
For in her depths, a story lies untold,
Of strength and struggle, a tale to unfold

Beneath the surface, where sunlight can't reach,
Her roots entwine, a silent, strong speech.
They drink the darkness, the earth's hidden grace,
And feed her spirit, her vibrant embrace.

So before you fall for a blossom's charm,
Seek out her roots, where her strength will disarm.
Uncover the whispers of soil and rain,
And learn the secrets of her hidden strain.

For in her roots, you'll find the heart, the soul,
Of the flower's spirit, making her whole.
The struggles she faces, the battles she's won,
All woven within her, tenaciously done.

Then you'll understand, with a knowing heart,
That beauty blossoms from a deeper part.
And love, like a flower, needs a sturdier ground,
Where roots run deep, and love can be found.