Roaming amongst the fields of love

The potent whiff of pollen piercing my nose

Admiring the beauty of all of the flora

Foraging for a flower providing a lasting presence within my hands

Stumbling upon a patch of fluorescent orange marigolds

One keenly catching my eye

Contrary to the others

A healthy stem of self confidence

Roots, diverse and intellectually meticulous

The petals representing the light as which she gives off

Illuminating an entire field at night

 Returning to the sight of the marigold every evening

Watering it when the rains ceases to fall

Comparing its complex structure to that of the sun

So similar but yet so different

Even on the gloomy days

I realize I do not want lose sight of the light

Of which the marigold projects

And for that I took care of her until the day I no longer could