Found

I walked in the forest
So all by myself,
And to search for nothing
That was my intent.

In the shadow I saw
A small flower standing,
Shining like stars,
Beautiful as tender eyes.

I wanted to pluck it,
When it delicately said:
Shall I to wither
Be broken off?

I dug it up with all
Its small roots,
To the garden I brought it
By the pretty house.

An once more did I plant it
At a quiet nook;
Now it branches forever
And continues to bloom.


~Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe