Let the flower be, don't pick its stem, And its pure charm will blossom again.
🚶♂️ So walk on by and gently gaze, 🌼 At the flower's peaceful, perfect ways.
Most Welcome.
🌸 With gentle petals softly spread,
🌼 The flower blooms without a dread.
🌺 It needs no pulling, no demand -
🌿 To simply be, to simply stand.
🌷 Its silent beauty speaks aloud
🌱 Of life that's fragile, a lesson proud.
💚 If you love what nature grows,
🌻 Appreciate, don't ravage, chose.
🌹 Let the flower be, don't pick its stem,
🌺 And its pure charm will blossom again.
💖 Love's not possession but appreciation,
🌸 A lesson taught through contemplation.
🚶♂️ So walk on by and gently gaze,
🌼 At the flower's peaceful, perfect ways.
🌺 Let it be, and you will see,
🌿 The true essence of what love can be.
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Yash, your poem is charming, and I love the analogy for how we should behave in love! Great job!