The Encounter

While on my walk I spied a flower

With huge petals, ruffled, yet tender:

A dazzling yellow-gold hibiscus,

Glowing with majestic splendor.

I couldn't help but stop and stare

At its striking beauty and gentle grace.

Not to acknowledge such elegance

Would definitely be a disgrace.

As I gazed upon the bloom,

I heard a quiet voice that said,

"They say it isn't nice to stare,

But go ahead…go ahead.

"Most people walk right by.

They see the flowers on the plant,

But their true ability

To grasp what they see is scant.

"Can you see me for who I am--

My individuality?

Or do all blooms appear as an

Anonymous totality?

"Yes, it's true that all of the flowers

Create a lovely impression together.

Think of gardens teeming with roses,

Fields of daisies, or hills of heather.

"But can you see my unique nature--

The deep essence of my being?

Am I more than merely one

Of many? Tell me what you're seeing."

Speechless, as though in a trance,

I stared awhile, then walked away,

Pondering every meaningful word

The beautiful flower had to say.

(9-1-17) By Bob B