God's garden.
And all of us are just flowers.
Planted by him.
He lets us grow.
At our own paces.
And to our own extents.
He already knows what we will bloom into.
So except for occasional weeding,
And the daily watering,
He only sits back and watches.
As we grow, wither.. and fall.
But sometimes
He sees a flower so beautiful
Perfect, vibrant, and like no other flower he has ever grown before.
So lovely that even He gets tempted
And plucks the flower... when in full bloom.
He keeps it with him from then on
Like a proud child displaying a prize in his room
And we are left behind
Living in the fragrance
Of that beautiful flower
Of you.
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