The World is Like a Meadow

The world is like a meadow

Filled with differing people

Differing blossoms

Of all shape

Size

And color

 

Do you see

The twelve different blossoms

The twelve beautiful sisters

Dancing in the wind?

 

Lily

The eldest

Pure and virtuous

Her petals shimmer

In the sun

Radiant with resonating light

 

But she is far different

From her younger sister

Rose

The second of the twelve

With her coy

Half-withdrawn petals

Wild and flirtatious

 

And then there’s

Orchid

The third sister

Her velvety petals

Refined and poised

Calmer than

The rest

 

Lovely Hyacinth

Right after Orchid in age

Thinks and looks

In quite a different way

Her delicate petals

Graced with

Early morning dew

Thoughtful and religious

 

Next comes

Daring Poppy

Her petals a deep crimson

Bold and creative

The bravest of them all

 

Amaranth follows

Closely behind her elder sisters

Her petals small and plentiful

Quiet and generous

With that special touch

Of a magical fantasy

 

Sweet Briar Rose

Despite her name

Doesn’t at all

Take after her beautiful sister

The Rose

Indeed

Her lovely blossom

Delicately sways with the wind

Modest and kind

The seventh sister

 

But their sisterly circle

Wouldn’t be complete

Without dearest Tulip

And her spontaneous jokes

Her sunny cheerfulness

That brings out the light

And gives hope

 

Nor could they miss

Thistle

With her wicked sharp tongue

Her petals may appear harmless

But when one gets close

One feel’s the slice

Of her tongue

 

Ah, but still we have not met

The entire sisterhood

Of this meadow

For the youngest three

The triplets

Have yet to be found

 

There she is

Little Jonquil

The oldest of the youngest

Her golden petals

Glowing with magnificence

Proud and aloof

 

And there, beside her

Solemn Holly

Quiet and close-mouthed

Yet perhaps the hardest worker

She blossoms in winter

And only in the cold

Will she smile

 

Do you see

Dainty Daisy?

The youngest of the twelve?

Ah, there she is

Hiding behind that oak

Daisy is quite shy

She ducks her head

Thinking

Her sisters’ beauty

Outshines hers

But she doesn’t know

That her simplicity

Innocence and youth

Is exactly what makes her

Such a charming

Little blossom

 

The sisters reach out to each other

They can feel the rhythm of the wind

And together

Joining hands

They dance

A jig

A tangle

A quadrille

A waltz

 

The world is like a meadow

Full of flowers

Full of people

Of different beauty

There is no use

To try to compare

Each and every one of us

Has an inner flower

And each flower

Like one of these twelve sisters

Are different

Yet alike

Beautiful in their own ways

 

So when you look

Into the mirror tonight

Remember the dance of the twelve sisters

Remember virtuous Lily

Flirtatious Rose

Collected Orchid

Thoughtful Hyacinth

Bold Poppy

Withdrawn Amaranth

Kind Briar Rose

Cheery Tulip

Witty Thistle

Proud Jonquil

Serious Holly

And of course

Delicate Daisy

Remember their dance

The story they tell to the world

That all of us

Deep inside

Represents a different, beautiful flower

If you would let go all defenses

And become truly you

You are beautiful

In your own way

 

Diversity means difference

And if you look closely

You’ll notice that

 

 

The world is like a meadow

Filled with flowers and people

And yet we are all different

In our own

Glorious way

And our difference

Makes us diverse

 

Author's Note

Hahaha. My teacher gave us a poem prompt: Diversity. I just though up this little poem and wanted to put it on before I turn it in. So, any comments and/or feedback is welcome. Whew, I haven't written a poem in ages!

Reviews

[rae52]

its amazing although i knew it would be everything you write is amazing
so so jealous

[Eric Cox]

Like this alot, cool beauty in the different flowers descriptions, excellent lighthearted poem with a great message that we are all beautiful in our own way, nice pen upon this.