A forest is alive with diversity:
trees of every kind, draped with moss,
and fungi, salal and fiddlehead ferns
tucked in at their feet.
I walk, head tilted back,
blessing every leaf and branch,
for all are beautiful.
A garden is an array
of bounteous colour:
purple iris, pink peony,
a variety of roses,
abloom with heady scent
that I drink in with gratitude.
Dogs come in a multitude
of shapes and sizes,
each one's eyes speaking devotion.
Their big or small tongues
kiss our hands,
their tails all wag;
their wriggly doggy bodies
writhe in ecstasy every time
we walk in the door,
for every doggy heart
speaks only the language of love.
How is it that we humans
have so much trouble
appreciating our
unique and varied selves?
Each one of us with our own beauty,
each of us a blossom
in the earthly garden.
for Elizabeth Crawford's Challenge: Diversity.
Oh, yes, our gardens of delight. Each one unique, each sharing its peculiar individuality to the whole of our senses. What could be better than trees, ferns, and flowers? A dog to share it with, of course. Thanks Sherry,
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Amen!! Sharing.
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ReplyDeleteWell stated
Insightful!
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A very true poem.