In God’s beautiful budding garden,
There lays blossoming flowers.
              
Some are ruby roses; some are delicate daisies or just tender tulips,
But they all are faultless and
Grasp sunlight everyday.

They all were planted the same but,
Some expired early and,
Some are never seen as lovely or pure.

But there is this one flower that seems beautiful,
But is fading a bit everyday inside,
It never gets a brush of sunshine and perhaps that’s why it’s slowly vanishing.

The flower stands in solitude, in God’s massed garden,
Because although the flower ages with the others,
It’s also turning somber.

The flower stays stable and takes deep breaths until one day…
In God’s beautiful garden there lays a shriveled up flower in the corner,
For all the rest to neglect and continue being God’s beautiful blossoming flowers.