Sepal

The thing that cradles 

the glory of yellow for all to see
The thing that holds it 

like fingers gathering 

a clump of colored leaves.
What do you call that thing
that is often forgotten?
That strength that holds 

one creation of terrible beauty,
if you will.
That thing. I choose to
See that thing. 

Quiet, unmoving.
That which holds it together
Even when the yellow withers
Into brown
We all want that, don't we?
Prefer that even.
Sepal. 

Such an unobtrusive
Name for a thing that 

allows other things to flourish.
But maybe the things that
Hold the most value are just
That- 

silent, still, 

hidden, 

forgotten.