The trees in the garden rained flowers.
Children ran there joyously.
They gathered the flowers
Each to himself.
Now there were some
Who gathered great heaps --
Having opportunity and skill --
Until, behold, only chance blossoms
Remained for the feeble.
Then a little spindling tutor
Ran importantly to the father, crying:
"Pray, come hither!
See this unjust thing in your garden!"
But when the father had surveyed,
He admonished the tutor:
"Not so, small sage!
This thing is just.
For, look you,
Are not they who possess the flowers
Stronger, bolder, shrewder
Than they who have none?
Why should the strong --
The beautiful strong --
Why should they not have the flowers?"
Upon reflection, the tutor bowed to the ground,
"My lord," he said,
"The stars are displaced
By this towering wisdom."
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Comments1I stumbled upon this poem by Stephen Carne today, The Trees in the Garden Rained Flowers. It's a simple piece but it really made me think about how society often rewards the strong and bold, and sometimes the little guys gets left behind with only a few "chance blossoms." It's an interesting perspective and a reminder to be more compassionate to others, especially those less fortunate.