Hidden Flower
Bright spot of yellow on a blanket of green
Lives a meager year and is never seen
Not destined to be woven in a dreaming child's crown
Not meant to be admired, Not meant to be found
None stand above it but ancient, towering trees
None stop to touch it but pollinating bees
What could be the purpose of a flower hidden away
That rises known to no man, and wilts in heat of day?
What could be the purpose of a flower, oh so small
It's to bring glory and pleasure to the ruling king of all
Who takes delight in knowing millions of things
Unknown by greatest scholars and uncontrolled by earthly kings
4 comments:
Thanks for sharing...creative poetry!
Hurrah, someone likes my poetry! :) This piece is one of my favorites, isn't it amazing the things we never see, and yet God knows?
It is amazing how many wonders go unnoticed by kings that should have such a great impact. I love the poem.
Glad you do, Sair. You're very insightful.
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