The gardener.

Gardening is a talent, for sure. It takes time and patience. It requires tenderness and nurturing. To grow a garden takes love and care.

And what's it all for? The one little flower, to which the gardener gives all his hope, for which he works so hard. Its beautiful colors bring the gardener peace, tranquility and love. The love brought to the gardener by his creation is that for which he has yearned while growing this fragile little masterpiece.

And in the time one spends growing a garden, one must pull weeds and fight out bugs that can destroy the garden as fast as that garden was grown, if not faster. These bugs get in and eat at the beauty created.

And sometimes that flower wilts. Without constant care, its petals may lapse, its life droops and sags. Even the tiniest bit of neglect may cause the flower to whittle away; the slightest ignorance can drain that flower of the very beauty the gardner has striven so hard to create and bring to life.

And sometimes the gardener builds a picket fence around the garden to prevent larger pests from ravaging the garden. The fence, his protective barrier, keeping out the tortures that eat at his creation, the terrors that bring the beautiful flower to its death. This wall, though not very strong, is a symbol of strength and willpower, that the gardener will keep trying and will do everything in his power to keep his creation from failing, from dying, from being eaten and tortured. The gardener's creation, his passion, is the one thing he will do everything to keep, to hold, to cherish and love and nurture.

The gardener will keep the flower near to his heart.