A Garden of Hope

My soul was a barren urban area, void of all life, and long abandoned by it's steward.
But then one day, blown from a place not so far away, a seed had taken root. I felt it, and nurtured it to health. The vines resulting took over the landscape, reclaiming it with green tendrils, tearing down the old dilapidated structures. Flowering beautiful multicolored blossoms.
I sheared one of the best, healthiest blossoms. And I gave it to one that I loved. And in them, I saw the vines take root. As long as they were nurtured, like mine, I knew they would flower and give beauty back to their landscape.