Does the Flower Know?

Have you ever wondered?
If the flower knows?
Just how beautiful she is?
Is this perhaps
Some small part of
Her beauty?
Innocence, naïveté
Like the beauty of
The small child.
That who
We all once were.
Do you remember?
What has really changed?
So anxious to grow up
Only to find
The wisdom is
Found right
Where we started.
Not lost, just left behind.