It’s an immense field,
Full of flowers,
But you can pick just one,
Never let the wrong one,
Say “I won”.
Don’t settle for,
Second best,
Walk to and fro,
Weaving through the blooms,
Until you’ve found,
The only one,
Who will pass the test.
Is there one flower in the field,
That won’t ever wilt and rot,
And is there a surefire way,
To tell if it’s,
The one you’ve got?
Go stand in the middle,
Then spin slowly around,
See them all,
Before you carefully choose,
So you don’t lose.
Front and center,
Or waving from the wings,
Lying face down,
Or sitting on the ground,
Sporting a smile,
Or wearing a frown,
Only one of them,
Isn’t a clown.
Select one who won’t wilt,
The second it’s picked,
One who will survive,
When taken from its home base,
And placed in a vase.
Not the one who dies,
The second snow flies,
Or the one whose petals fall,
From a little bug’s brawl.
