Mental stimulation

why don’t you caress me…not with your hands but with your soul..not with your touch but with your words..
why don’t you protect me and ensure I always face towards the sunshine just as a flower must do in order to grow
why don’t you encourage me to dream and tell me stories of the part I play in this life and perhaps of what is to come in the next
why don’t you mould me into the best version of me I could be and be satisfied that you helped another realise their potential
But do not possess me for that is selfish,do not create to covet,do not refuse to release me for then it was all in vain for you have created something beautiful of which the world will never know