They are the only ones who water me, I am the youngest growing flower. Six growing flowers with growing friendship and growing maturity. Six who don’t always get along but that's how they grow. Six different flowers growing in one vase, but at different rates.
Their roots are strong. They provide comfort and consideration. They light up rooms  with joy and peace. They start young and then they grow up. Eventually moving from the beginning vase to a newer vase just about ready to release new seeds into the world, as once they were themselves. This is how they Grow
Let one remind another one to show, they will all group like herds in the wild. Each with their leaves around each other. Live, live, live they say when I grow. They love
When I am too tired and too weary to keep going, when I am the youngest flower in a full vase, then it is I look outside. When there is nothing left to look at in a home. Six who grew because of love. Six who grasp and do not forget to grasp. Six whose only reason is to reach and reach.