The Florist

I watched him pick
a bunch of flowers,
orchids and roses,
with hands of love.

I watched him smile
as he created his art,
touching each with joy,
as he picked each part.

Petals and thorns
pruned and shaved,
gathering joy,
a gift of love, he made.

What is it, I wonder,
in a bunch of flowers,
that brings a smile
to every heart?