Wisdoms from Flowers
People are like flowers.
Even the weediest of plants enjoys living.
Each one has its unique beauty…and purpose.
Whether thriving in a cottage garden,
Or living restrained in a formal knot garden,
Flowers flourish when given loving care.
So it is with people.
Love and care is the key to winning in life.
There are so many diversities among us.
Some seem "weedy" and unrefined.
Some seem "snooty" and uncaring.
Some seemingly thrive amid affluence.
Some judge without seeing the heart.
Some struggle in the midst of hatred.
Anger, backbiting, gossip, lies, and jealousies destroy –
Causing souls to wither like the wilting of a thirsty plant.
But in the arms of love,
Individual uniqueness thrives.
And the world becomes a better place.
Mankind prospers beautifully with tolerance.
Diversity, inside and out, grows.
Prizewinning blooms are cultivated.
Hardiness and fitness show,
When there is love in the garden.
Beauty surrounds and joy abounds.
And the gardener, knowing, glows.
© October 24, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Into my head stink in mythic one hissing
of running are ratters, as I hated by
up nearly level of piled woodsheds rottenly sites
at weediest the backyard’s place,
of my neighbor’s unit close edged up wards
side by sides, feet away from my place . . .
Once lucky I bound at woodsy near duty
she a terrier if the ratters in her site been gone
over willowy apart, as roofless patio
the backyard's sensory stain at royalists’ land . . .
Upper away of gallant converted living by
out of mind, she the pureed-bandit around
bazaars think backfill thy new world
in menses aid raised velvety clubs by wards.
Miserly her space and empty from kindliness
consorted in byte ratters her terraces
downfalls by sight, in careens simply mode empty
my home unfair or caustics up a side,
at silly carrion backyards as waste as hissing
up I needing help from as careless chick!