Fallen Flower

I have two huge camellia bushes in my backyard, each about sixteen feet high. They bloom all winter, covered with hundreds of flowers from December through May. Their beautiful color against the stark winter grays and muted browns are a welcomed sight every day. I'm sure there is a good analogy here about plants, people and life? that if planted in the perfect location we will thrive.

Little Flower

Little flower I see you among the thorns
In a landscape so large and barren
I see your petals blush with delight
To be caught in the gaze of another’s sight

Your smiles inviting please come in
To my barren landscape where I grow
Tell me about life in other places
Of brooks and hollows where I might go

And feel the gaze of another’s sight
To see my beauty’s form and color
For that beauty I could not see
Until you gazed down on me

Before our meeting in the landscape barren
So large and empty was my view
My petals blush with delight
As I bask in your sight

Beautiful flower I admire your beauty
So fresh and colorful is your view
You make the sunrise
Just to shine down on you

It shines with more brilliance at your sight
Radiant colors I never knew
In this landscape large and barren
So big and empty until I saw you.