A Flower

While being told that things will never be the same,
I glanced at a flower to find the beauty of it all,
This flower represented us,
We were one way on the inside,
And another on the out,
And under these conditions,
This flower has bloomed,
Opening up and exposing its beauty,
After eons of going from seed,
To stems with roots,
Sprouting flowers and opening up to bloom,
This flower found its way into a living room,
A random chance?
Or was it meant to be,
This flower so beautiful,
That brought a smile out from me

9/23/09 11.02am (Chicago airport)