Delicate ThingsA Poem by LPH
The tale of a single flower...
A single wild flower that stands alone on the top of a hill might think itself mighty. It would turn to the sky and cry out, “behold, I am all that is upon this hill, therefore I am its king.”
And the sky shall answer, “Who is this that declares all to be theirs?”
And the flower shall say, “I am Man, and I am all there is. None shall rival me for there are none to challenge. I will bloom and blossom forever, long may my roots grow till the star themselves are mine.”
And the sky will answer not, for it carries the harbinger of disaster. Winter shall come to the hill, and the flower will be alone to feel its wrath. Leaves will whither, petals shrivel, and at long last, the king of the hill will die. That is the nature of things, and nothing can escape nature.
© 2012 LPH