Lessons from the Flower

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I took a flower, a silent flower
And plucked it from its stem
I grabbed and pulled a petal
I love me
And then the next
I love me not
And round the flower I went
The answer did displease me
I plucked another from its stem
I grabbed this petal
I love me not
And then the next
I love me
And round the flower I went
The answer pleased
But was I convinced?
Still uncertain and insecure
I plucked another, a silent flower…
Soon round me lay the empty stems
And petals in a heap
In the centre of dead flowers I sat
Oh foolish man
Why did I seek
An answer to my self worth
By pulling flowers apart
Do I destroying natures beauty
Calm neurotic fears
My failing sense of worth
A silent tear formed, pearled and ran
I grieved the havoc I had wrought
I spied one last remaining flower
And bending, gently touched it’s petal
I love me, I love you
I love me
And I was convinced

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