How brave you are, sweet little one
with your shiny new face kissed with the dew.
What made you leave your warm nest
to risk the unknown?
Was it the hum of the bee
or the flap of a wing or was it the butterfly tiptoeing above?
And what about the others…
the shy ones still hidden dreaming under the covers?
*The first violet of the season – I captured it yesterday with my cell phone using the ‘roidizer’ app. I wrote the poem just now.
Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
Yet thus it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.