INTRO: I wrote this poem after visiting the beautiful botanical gardens in Darwin in the Northern Territory, Australia, while travelling in my motorhome. In this poem, I compare the tiny intricately designed flowers with those of us who have beautiful qualities to offer the world, but largely go unnoticed, due to our quiet natures. I realised that I didn’t have to try to be big and powerful, that it was ok being me. Those of us who are delicate flowers share our beauty with those who stop along the path of life and notice us. Thank you for stopping by today. Beverley Joy
As I walk through the Botanical gardens
I look up in wonder and awe
At the majestic trees, so strong, so tall
Their canopy of leaves protects all beneath.
I admire the colours and textures
Of the plants and shrubs beside me
On my right, on my left
That line and shape the wandering path.
I stop and bend down to retie my shoelace
I see before me a flower, so delicate
The beauty, the design, the intricate detail
Of a creation so small, so seemly frail.
“You should be up here at eye view
If I had not stopped, I would not have seen you
What good is there in being so small,
Going largely unnoticed by the world?”
The flower whispered back softly
In fragrant waves of melody
Washing over my human heart
Now a captive of nature’s art.
“Sit down beside me and rest a while
I’ll sing you a sweet, scented lullaby
Relax, be still and quiet
Let my world unfold before your eyes.”
“Life is beautiful from down here
So serene, such quiet harmony
But only those who stop will see
The perfection in which I live.”
“God doesn’t discriminate
Creating more in the tree and less in me
We are both important – an intricate part
Of the whole picture of His masterful art.”
“So, hurry now on your way
But remember, later today
What you saw, when you stopped to tie your lace
The delicate flower down by the way.”
I was encouraged by what the flower said
And though my life seemed small and insignificant
Amidst human towering success and strength
I’m proud to be one of the fragile and delicate.
Beverley Joy © 2012 of Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved.
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