Flower Power

The red roses were in a huddle,

"Rumor had it,"

They whispered,

 The Gardener 

Had grown hybrid flowers 

And planted it in the Rose 

Bushes,

Grafting and Crafting

 New age blooms! 

The roses were not amused! 

Disdainful noses 

Were turned away,

And the poor Hybrids 

Didn't know what it was all about! 

"Are we not dressed 

 For the occasion"?

 They looked down

Mournfully at their moccasins! 

Skeptic curled petals 

Met anxious ones! 

Someone had blundered!

The Gardener 

Appeared out of nowhere and smiled,

Pruned the miffed blooms,

And Soothed anxious buds.

With His dimpled smile,

He whispered,

"You Are all grafted from

Me,

Planted and tendered to,

Yours Truly.

What blooms in My garden,

Is Mine, and Mine alone!

You and Me are One! 

There's no difference,

Only color and creed,

Need and greed,

Tells you apart! 

Thorns and flowers,

Leaves and roots,

Are all part of the Whole!

So why bicker and fret?

Everything is just right,

Everything is where it should be!

Even the discord,

Plays its part and 

Is in harmony 

With Me.

In the silence that followed,

Understanding dawned,

And disdain uncurled,

Into laughter.

It's plain to see,

That there was harmony 

In the rose bed by the sea!

'Did they buy it?'"

Was my astonished

The question, to Him.

" Did you? " 

Was the Cheshire cat grin retort!