Parable of the Flowers

Trying so hard to grow together,
yet facing different directions .
They never saw the same perspective.
But having grown together;
their roots forever entwined.
Pulling one out,
would kill the other.
Left alone, they are still
a fragrant beauty and a mystery
to behold.

Flowers have I known...
only a bud have I been.
Yet flower am I alone.
Still fragrant. Good!