O! Look at the silent beauty of the wildflowers
Wild and free, sunny and all glee
The Divine joy to those that seek
Lover’s language, uncultivated Nature’s wonder
The countryside blooms with the myriad hues
How sweet can be the language of flowers!
The innocent children or the hapless people
Lacking shelters and running helter-skelter
Have a beauty only few can observe and praise
They lack everything yet they lack nothing
For God has given them colours abundant
One magical touch and they open up!
Out of the dust and clay some create masterpieces
Some talk through their stitches and artefacts
Some can play and can put the stars to shame
Some don’t surrender for their self-respect
They’re swayed by the cold and mighty winds
However, their talents never get hidden and resurface.
The hardest hit can be their greatest turnaround
Their emptiness becomes their privilege
They embrace themselves and discard their dead skin
Their true colours now form the brightest rainbow
The resilient souls receive Divine grace
His angels He sends to push them towards their goals!
Those iridescent hues shouldn’t be boxed up
They should exist free yet together for the perfect symphony
The mystic fragrance, produced, is such a balm for a tired soul
Cultivate positivity and resilience like these dainty blooms
To never surrender no matter where carried away
For life is learning always in process.