FLOWERS.

We are flowers of different colours

in a garden called the Earth,

scattered wild flowers in profusion,

every  one of us has worth.



We are flowers of divers seeding

sown in different times and places,

some have grown in sheltered gardens,

others out in open spaces.



We all bloom in different seasons:

some live always in the sun

ever showered with warm approval,

admiration always won.



Others live their lives in deserts

struggling vainly 'gainst the odds,

starved from birth of love's nutrition,

sucking moisture from dry sods.



Some must bloom on windy hillsides,

bent and bowed by every storm,

from the cold no wall to shield them,

shelterless from heat the norm.



Some have sprouted in life's meadow,

talents hidden in tall grass,

others, like a rose at showtime,

catch the eye of all who pass.



In every flower you can find beauty,

assortment makes the show complete.

Treasure each bloom in our garden,

every blossom is unique.

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Bryan Adam Tomimbang's picture

Excellent comparison of flowers with humankind... I have nothing to say more except that I'm speechless with this poem. Wonderful. Keep it up!