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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.
Copyright ©
Alan Hyman
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