A Fine Flower By Itself

We all came from a seed.

We were nourished with love and watered by faith.

We grow to a seedling and start to notice our height.

We grow more and become the flower we ought to be.

Some are stout and low, some are slim and tall.

Some are dull, some are bright.

Some are opaque, some are clear.

Those who are stout are shadowed by the foliage of the tall.

Those who are tall are intimidated by the rich shrubberies of the stout.

Now, we've all grown to be fine flowers.

We all give bliss to the gardener who planted us.

We all need the same sunlight to shine and water to live.

We all have our roots planted on the ground.

We may grow taller or grow wider but our roots will keep us safe from collapsing------- it will keep our existence at bay.

Yet why do we still desire to be another flower aside from who we are?

Why do we want to be somebody else when each of us is perfectly fine --- a perfect bliss to the person who planted us?

Why do we try to wrestle with others' roots when we have struggles of our own?

Why do we try to be indifferent when we're living in the same garden?

Why do we steal others sunlight when we ourselves have our own portion?

Why do we thirst for more when we're given enough?

Why do we want somebody else's role when we have ours?

Now, I want to say this as a fragrant flower to my equally fragrant flowers.

We ought to be who we are to ought to be.

We are to play the good role we were given.

Each of us is equally beautiful, equally fragrant and equally precious to our gardener.

Let us not be vain and be thankful instead for having been planted--------- for having the chance to play a role that was craved by many who don't have any.

I love you---- so should you.