The Flower

In the flower bed it does catch your eye Seemingly common it looks up to the sky Amongst the others a little taller it stands And its color much brighter and somewhat grand In life its just growing with all the rest, it would seem But there’s something special about a life with a dream Where others might whither and in obscurity shrink Not so for this one, I often think. No standing around not sure where to go Onward and upward and forward, Tallyho! These flowers are somewhat rare to see But if you’re lucky in your flower bed they will be And surrounding this flower many others are near They help and nurture as it smiles - “come here” For a single lonely flower is not its destiny It’s a special calling for great things, indeed. For others it blooms and cares for their needs In the garden it grows with compassionate seeds For now the flower makes the garden its nest And so for its friends it is simply the best.