I stood among the flowers.
For what felt like hours.
I walked passed the roses.
Knowing there were better choices.
I ended up surrounded by colors.
Bright and vivid with a pleasant odor.
The daffodils, the iris and the Lily's.
The azalea, the Dahlia and the daisy.
All wonderful and splendidly pretty.
But none of these is what I was seeking.
The one I wanted I wasn't seeing.
So off I went to another store.
And another, and even more.
Till I found what I was looking for.

There it stood tall and proud above the others.
It was unique with its one and only flower.
It didn't have the splendid purple of the aster.
Or the sought after scent of the lavender.
Just a dark green hairy stem.
Sturdy and...