Being Small

A tiny little purple flower On a pristine mountain peak Smiling, with all its might The peaks lined with Heavenly white and grey shades touching the clear blue skies Looking down from there everything seems so small So that the flower has no urge to become something big It is satisfied with its miniature stature Nothing wavers its confidence Not the chilling water tingling its roots Not the gusting chilly breeze waving it It goes on smiling in that brief sunny period It goes on smiling knowing it has just a trimester to live It oozes with beauty and confidence, knowing it adds to the beauty of the peak knowing the worth of its being knowing that without it the peak would be lifeless…