She tended to her garden
With the sunlight from her palms
And with the care she showered them
They never failed to charm
But no matter how many hours
The garden she did groom
They never seemed to tower
Over the neighbouring garden's blooms
So she spent even night-times trying
To force her flowers to grow tall
Failing to notice the beauty
In the fragrant and the small
And only when the petals withered
Falling like ashes to the floor
Did she realize that beauty
Comes in many shapes and forms