Life’s Fragile Bouquet
Life is a bouquet of glorious colour,
Transforming all that it brings.
Its intricate fragility, gossamer;
Vibrant, like butterfly wings.
With superb imperfection, every last petal
Unfolds; from petite, peachy buds.
Offering freely, a silken sheen wilderness,
Fragrant; where sweet nectar floods.
Reserve righteous whispers, peel back frail defences;
Exposing the layers that hide.
Flawless exteriors shout aloud boldly,
But real worth is hidden inside.
Open latched windows, sail forth wild shorelines;
Throw reticent caution to wind.
Give boundless space, liberty;
Let them fly longingly, listen, intent; hear them sing.
Always remember; re-paint fragile flowers,
Tend carefully; shower with love.
Keep warm in bright sunshine, forever;
Give water and feed from above.
Seize swiftly that vision, hold firm and clutch tightly;
Grasp onto it fast with your heart.
Store to mind, kindly, nurture the memory;
Too soon time calls softly…depart.
18th June 2019
Watching the various wildflowers, almost every day, on my walks, I’ve noticed how some open haphazardly, are flawed in some way, or occasionally, never open at all.
They look perfect, sitting there, but it’s only on closer inspection you can see the differences. Yet, they bloom & grow, happily, amongst the others of the same, and different species..it makes you think..
Life is so fragile. Every living thing is here for such a short time, and all are flawed in some way. However, what is lacking in some quarters, can be more than made up for in other ways…given the chance.