As a bud, I saw you around
Nourishing me and watering the plant all the time
You were the gardener you were my protector

From a bud, I blossomed into a flower
Tiny young vulnerable flower
I had no fear as I had you as my protector

Flower knew gardener as the protector
She knew she can call him for help
He will be by her side all the time

But what happens when your protector is the biggest threat
No one had told her…
She knew she can run to the Gardener for anything
She didn’t know where to run from the gardener

She was stuck as she was rooted with the plant
Would she rather be plucked and taken away
Taken away to be admired and cherished by someone
Or should she just stay and live in the fear of the gardener

She chose to stay…