A flowering plant

It all started, on my whims,

to watch, a flowering plant,

growing on the earthen pot...

Brightened by rays of sunshine,

that warms up, it's chilled surface,

only morning dews, left behind. 

Listening to the chirruping birds,

with cool breeze, freshens up mind,

my eyes, accustomed to daylight...

And I observed, the stems above,

carrying the weights, of the leaves, 

gently swaying, in the internodes. 

It seems insignificant, but customary,

to start my day, looking at the greenery,

as it grew taller and taller, all alone...

And I was intrigued, by its growth,

without blooming flowers, still flourished,

going against will, of life's processes. 

And then came, days of bad weather, 

strong winds, shaking its foundation,

bending its stalk, and the branches...

Next morning, I was surprised, 

to find a bud, a single flower,

that had sprouted, on the top. 

Yet, branches bent, lost its strength,

to sustain burden, nothing was left,

breaking down, leaving parts behind...

And, I nurtured, the broken stem,

watching in morning, as a routine,

letting it expands, until it heals...

Treating me, with bounty of flowers. 

And I wondered why it grew taller,

without giving a single flower,

while providing bouquets, 

after being broken?