Human eyes, shocked were they,
as I saw shoots, under the bay,
I thought I did, all I could,
but low and behold, a yellow bud,
small golden cup, rose from the dead,
I live defeat, bow down in shed,
its silent bloom, becomes my lesson,
resilience, is such a blessing,
thus, let butter bell ring profound,
to blanket every human sound,
that is comprised of jeering power,
as mastery’s a cheery flower,
for nothing compares, to courtly gavel,
where there’s such pride, amongst the gravel,
as daffodil, stands the test of time,
to forget such thing, would be a crime.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It was a little warmer than usual today, and the sun shone for a bit longer too, must mean that Spring has finally sprung. Thus, I thought I would write this, a short poetic biographical story, which carries a big moral. A couple of summers ago, I was doing some weeding outside the front of my house, and after a few hours, I had killed all the weeds, including some climbing ivy. I also uprooted some other flowers, including a bunch of daffodils, or so I thought. For a year ago, I saw a couple of green shoots, and just this week, I saw it, underneath my bedroom bay window, fully bloomed and very much alive, the "pride amongst the gravel!" So what is the moral? The moral is: humanity can call itself "landlord" all it likes, and continue to choose to be as busy as they want. When it comes to the land itself, and it's ancient botanical children, they will still stand, when we are long gone. Thus, when it comes to true longevity and ownership, there is only one landlord of this world, and it's the land itself, and not us! Pictured is the aforementioned defiant daffodil, and the banner picture is of daisies, another familiar symbol of Spring, springing into action. I hope that you enjoy this poem, I hope that you have a friendship/newfound respect with the foliage around us, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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At one time in my garden I had a single daffodil that was blooming on Christmas Day every year - so strange but so beautiful.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and wow, a daffodil blooming on Christmas Day every year, I'm not sure if you're superstitious, or believe in the supernatural, but it may be a loved one wishing you a Merry Christmas from the other side, which, to me, is an encouraging thought, if it happens to be that, that is.
I hope that all is well.
Yes, some plant bloomed out of our compost heap!
Thanks for the read orchidee, and there clearly seems to be something in both the water, air and earth, or perhaps in their defiance, some flowers truly are the "knights of flora!"
I hope that all is well.
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