Rather than inflict a haiku upon you, I took a picture. Which required some ninja moves in order to not be noticed, if I do say so myself. I really didn't want to try to explain myself and my noisy digital camera to an office full of busy-bodies on this one.
It was a flower that Carl snuck into my lunchbox on V-Day. The paper clips on the bottom are probably all rusty now because I put some water in there.