Word Bouquet

Before picking flowers

From the meadow of words

You have to know

What they're made of

I can help like a lovely friend

There's nothing to be afraid of

First, start with the flower

As a whole bigger than parts

Arts of all kinds know it

It's a word, image, and motive

Something unique, truly

Essential, expressive, emotive

Next, look at its parts

Different but complementing

Letters are petals

And all beauty comes from them

The root keeps them in present

Meaning stems from the stem

Pick now a central flower

The main star of the bouquet

And arrange others around it

Highlighting its beauty and strengths

With great care for their feelings

Combine their colors and scents

Lengths and leaves don't matter

As long as it brightens up the room

Always remember you're a poet

And for you, words can't hurt

Nothing is written in stone

But gently planted in dirt