The Will of a Flower

A flower does not bloom by your will
It does not open to your voice, your hand
your brute imposition of untimely request and sunken embellishment of purpose
The most you can do is manufacture
favorable conditions
the greenhouse
the shade
the lamplight
and try to trick the petals
into unfolding
to kiss the sun and drink the rain
But even then, the flower blooms by its will alone,
which is the will of Heaven