Do you have the time to watch a flower?

Do you have the time
to watch a flower?
to sit with her pain and joy?
to watch, to listen,
as each petal unfolds
her secret story
into eternity?

Do you have the time
to wait, for all that it takes?
to hear her out,
until the only dewdrop
she holds in her bosom,
rolls down to water
her thirsty roots?

Do you have the time
to feel her unspoken love?
to rest your eyes, your heart,
on her quiet breath,
that whispers your name
to the fickle wind, and
the pain of an unrequited love?

Do you have the time
to watch her wilt?
silken petals, all shriveled;
a different story
of a life well-lived, and
unsaid words consecrated -
all in the name of love?