Palindrome Flower

When I walk

 The wooded path alone,

I find the same flower

Lying in the road. 

Battered, bruised, and Beautiful

It makes me weep.

Always, I try to stoop low

And rescue this treasure,

But each time it grabs the wind

And flies away, teasingly. 

I try, again and again, but 

My luck always runs dry.

In frustration, I converse

With it, in my mind.

Why must you flee me,

When I can show you 

Life once more?

Why do you run,

When I hold the key

You need to flourish?

If you would only just

Let go, and leave your 

Roots behind you, I 

Could nurture you back

 Lusher than ever.

But of course

You cannot reply,

And the desperate cries

I shout from within die

 As silently as they were born.

I know I cannot fault you,
But I am left, ignored
By my lonesome.

And so I walk
The wooded path alone.
I find the same flower
Lying in the road.
Battered, bruised, and Beautiful
It makes me weep.