TO A FLOWER

I glimpsed a pretty bloom 

Shaded in robust red 

And painted solitary against 

The expanse of the pale blue sky;

It seemed to me that the flower

Was out of place there:

And yet there it was -

A splash of passion 

Shattering the calm;

The husky red was more

In tune with the dusky 

Brown of Mother Earth:

And yet there it was -

Silhouetted against the heights;

It seemed to me that 

Even the lowest of the low 

Could climb to a 

Lonely pinnacle of glory;

And so it was that 

This sight made surge in me

An endless, eternal 

Healthy hope for humanity.