I was once told that one fears the idea of being a person to cut a beautiful flower
To see such beauty and perhaps desire it so deeply that cutting it and taking you home is only the true option
But when you cut the plant, it will slowly wither away and die
Perhaps it is selfish to see such a beautiful plant and take it for yourself
Perhaps is wrong to then slowly watch death steep into its delicate petals and buds knowing that this is because of you
Perhaps it is also wrong to ever cut a beautiful flower for such a selfish desire
To that I say, perhaps a flower is not the plant to cut and love forever
A spiderwort would be much better
A spiderwort does not simply die and wither away when it is cut from its parent plant
Instead, it flourishes and blossoms after it is cut and submerged in water
Why would one reach for the rose or the daisy if the spiderwort is just as beautiful but will not die from the minor act of deep love
