Creative Reflection: "Two Flowers"

The flower sits within the field and waits--

a passive mass--it waits to catch the sun

for nourishment is furnished by the fates

and where it lacks there’s nothing to be done.

A blockage keeps the flower from the light,

a tree that stretches high into the sky.

The flower gives itself up to its plight;

embittered, it prepares itself to die.

Another flower stretches toward the rays

and drinks the nourishment that they exude,

and from its mouth an endless song of praise,

its bending and its thanks renew its food.

The withered flower can provide for none.

The other serves its fruit to everyone.