Lend your ear to a flower. I think this is what she’d say….
You ask, what might my thoughts entail?
Well human, my language is beautifully frail.
I will whisper my thoughts, my wisdom, my strife
If you promise to listen to a simpleton’s life.
My birth, so humble, in a cold, damp place
Where transformation ignited my elegance and grace.
From the darkness I rose to a world brand new.
Brains remain dazed, “How is it possible she grew?”
As I stretch each day, my roots finger deep.
My inner is hopeful to unburden my grief.
My stem I admire — such strength to the core
But passersby gawk and lust after more.
Hypnotic scent upon my petals, “It is certain,” They say
“That diligent bees will visit one day.”
But the bees I loathe, for they come and they go.
It is the sun who sustains my desire to grow.
Do you follow, dear human?
Do you hear what I say?
Can you feel the music
Of my silent display?
I stand here rooted, observant of you.
You humans amaze me at how much you ‘do.’
You work, you wander, you question, you squander.
No wonder you flock as you do.
Step away from the bustle, you all come in herds.
Leave your cities behind to admire my words,
But why do you pick me so?
You lust after beauty,
You see me, you use me
And open the wounds I have sewn.
Can you feel my death
In your brilliant displays
On your tables, in vases, in windowed cafes?
When my frailty shows, tossed away I go
And you forget my life and my gift.
So human, you see, life is simple to me:
Born, I grow
To the world, I show
Love is the way, I know.
Do not pick me now,
Please step away somehow
For my gift can be yours
If you open Love’s doors
To abundance galore
This I know for sure.
Just please do not take me, bend me, or break me.
To possess me is not love at all.
Stroke me, smell me, do as you please
But leave me to bask in this cool spring breeze.
Live slowly and love all that Is on Earth.
Recycle my message
To ignite your rebirth.
I love you, dear human.
Do you love me too?
So many thanks to a wonderful friend who challenged me to write from the perspective of a flower and divulge my thoughts and feelings. I am beyond grateful for your creativity, inspiration, and encouragement to post this poem to the blog. Sending light and love to you! Namaste.