Beauty Unseen
Beauty Unseen
The flower bud
at the end of the stem……
revealing nothing that is within.
Buffeted about by storms.
with little care to the future.
A solitary bump
on an otherwise scrawny stem.
Some one passes by and thinks,
“How plain…..”.
A man sits in a doorway
Head bent down
With little care to the future,
revealing nothing that is within.
Some one passes by and thinks,
“Another homeless man…….”
The man sees the bud
on the scrawny plant
clinging to the patch of dirt
between the cracks of the sidewalk.
Drawn to the sight
as if soul to soul
He lifts the plant,
moves it to safer ground,
knowing the beauty that waits within.
Copyright © Toni Sullivan | Year Posted 2018
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