Poetry by Beverley

A little bud in morning sun, 
Light misty dew, 
An airy breeze, 
I opened up and felt as one. 

With the Earth, the air 
I stood so tall, 
my petals glowing, 
realizing then that I was rare. 

As night time came, 
so did the cool, 
my petals closed, 
my leaves withdrew.
 
Another day had passed me by, 
The beauty, the wonder, of daylight sky. 
I had seen so much, a tiny flower. 
People you know don't see the power. 

They don't understand that life is precious, 
Rushing here and rushing there, 
Never stopping to smell the air, 
It's a wonderful life we have to live, 
So why do tiny worries seem so big. 

Stop! a minute, Look and see, 
I am special! That little me.

© Beverley Chance 2003