The Flower

a flower beamed its splendor to me,
sharing its grandeur with glee,
a simple expression,
that left its impression, sending its message through my eyes,
color, texture, aroma its supplies,
the message carried on a path,
no alternative intentions, no rath.
only expressing its nature,
no concerns for stature,
no expectations for recompense,
just an offering for my sense,
a gift delivered for free,
one that I accepted deep within me.