Post by Lunar Knite on Apr 16, 2008 21:24:04 GMT -5
New life springs as the zephyr blows,
Giving the yearly sprightly look
To all the plants and flowers,
And the trees, too, next to the brook.
However, if one looks close,
See an unopened blossom,
The black sheep that won't grow
From some unknown problem.
Perhaps from the harsh winter
The sprout did not survive,
Or maybe it was the bee,
Whose pollinating did not arrive.
Possibly an innate issue of the bud,
A mutation in its structure.
But why? There is no reason,
No reason at all to blame nature.
Do we blame nuturing instead?
An injury in its earliest days
Caused by some insects,
Squirrels, or blue jays?
Could it be something else?
Something such as love and care?
The lack of it or maybe even an excess,
Stifled too much without enough air.
It is all of these such happenings,
That this bud does not fully bloom,
But perhaps with some help,
Its yearly cycle can resume.
Giving the yearly sprightly look
To all the plants and flowers,
And the trees, too, next to the brook.
However, if one looks close,
See an unopened blossom,
The black sheep that won't grow
From some unknown problem.
Perhaps from the harsh winter
The sprout did not survive,
Or maybe it was the bee,
Whose pollinating did not arrive.
Possibly an innate issue of the bud,
A mutation in its structure.
But why? There is no reason,
No reason at all to blame nature.
Do we blame nuturing instead?
An injury in its earliest days
Caused by some insects,
Squirrels, or blue jays?
Could it be something else?
Something such as love and care?
The lack of it or maybe even an excess,
Stifled too much without enough air.
It is all of these such happenings,
That this bud does not fully bloom,
But perhaps with some help,
Its yearly cycle can resume.
