Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
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Comments2I just loved "The Flower". Its simple but meaningful. Shows u how quickly people's opinions can change. we can relate to this, right?
Just read "The Flower", and dang it really got me thinking. It's all about how quickly folks change their minds, like the people cursing the flower before adoring it. Life's funny like that, ain't it? Kinda love the simple depth in this poem, don't see that everyday.