A Special Flower

In spring, lots of little buds come out.

I am a white oak flower. The oak tree cradles me in it's branches.

I don't look like the other flowers. I have two big white leaves and stamens that dangle.

At night, I sleep under the twinkle of the stars.

I feel they tell me I am fine as I am.

In the whole wide world, there is no other flower like me. You can look all over and not find my equal.

There are many pretty flowers.

But none of them are quite like the male oak flower.

If you are gentle, you can touch my long stamens that dangle down.

I am a very special flower.