I am a flower bed in my master’s garden
He loves the flowers beholds them often
Though he can furrow and till the soil for them to thrive
The gardener does it to let him work from nine to five
Let your eyes wander through the line of flowers in bloom
Their sparkle and freshness will wash away your mind’s gloom
The variance of their variety in close proximity is at display
Is similar to the humans who in towns and cities huddle to stay
Their shape size colors are different each vying for attention
The flowers have no ax to grind but are filled with good intention
They sway with wind in unison live to please, silently whither away
Unlike humans who live in ghettos spew hate with venom to have their way
The thorny flowers mingle with others bringing no pain no harm to them
The roses in their beautiful colors spread sweet fragrance with no inhibition
Their branches go high with the buds opening up gradually everyday
The thorns protect them from the animals from eating them and keep them at bay
The flowers in my bed do have many positive effect on the human mind
Enlighten the mood increase the energy and in comfort let the memory what to find
The rose even with its thorns is universally loved and appreciated
What is wrong with humans who fight and kill on matters which can be tolerated?
2 thoughts on “Variance”
Beautiful! Words as pleasing and joyous as the flowers. The lament about us the humans is fair even as it is woven into our DNA by the creator?
Thanks and Regards.
Thank you Sir. Just a thought ‘Is it possible to replace ‘hate’ with ‘indifference?”