So Much More


When a Flower is So Much More
The world is a bowl of color in disarray,
Flowers sprinkled across the land,
So easily trampled, so easily spoiled,
So easily used up, so easily ignored,
But I think there are special times
When a flower is not just a flower,
Like just after a rain,
When the earth opens with a warm wetness,
And a flower softly scents the air,
As if accepting the earth’s challenge for supremacy,
Or in the morning just after a dew,
When two or three droplets glisten,
A flower is not just a flower,
But a symbol of love and freshness,
A work of exquisite craftsmanship,
And sometimes, just sometimes, on a mountain ledge,
Where nothing else will grow,
As a test of bravery,
A flower will appear and fight for survival,
A fragile beauty on a rugged land,
A monument to all that’s grand,
Or sometimes in a city with concrete gray,
A flower is not just a flower,
But a symbol of innocence,
Of a new world waiting around a corner,
Or a reminder of what has been, and then,
It is at those moments a flower is not just a flower,
For it reveals all the power and glory,
Of hope and love, of riches and reward,
An answer when life is short of answers,
It is this calling of nature,
That tries to reawaken the souls of those who see,
That one moment of crowning glory,
It is then that a flower is so much more than just a flower.

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