A Flower

When I look at a flower 

I see its beauty. 

I see its innocence.

I see its duty.

When I look at a flower

I see the mud

from where it came.

I see the thorns 

that give pain.

But those thorns

are there to protect

this sweet, beautiful 

and fragile

flower.

A flower

that smells so nice,

Adds so much

to the beauty around us.

It teaches us softness,

compatibility 

and adjustment.

It blooms from the mud,

It flourishes in the sun 

and waves happily

in the wind.

Be a flower.

Be beautiful, 

soft

and blooming.

Add colour and beauty

to everything around you

with your inner shine

with your capacity 

and your kind.