A Garden’s Plea

A poetic exchange where flowers lament human indifference, urging appreciation for nature’s gifts, amidst the chaos of daily life.

One day, I visited,
My garden’s green.
Bored of this,
Soul-less worldly scene.

I caught the flowers play,
Dancing to rhythmic sway.

Liberated as a bird,
From the golden cage.

Just then a jasmine bud,
Raised a complaint:

You humans are
Selfish, indifferent,
Ungrateful to Him,
Who everything grants.

We are created
For your pleasure,
But to accompany us,
You have no leisure.

How sad:
Your case.
You deserve
No praise.

Our fragrance:
For you to inhale.
We dance:
For your hearts thrill.

Too busy to heed,
Too lost in the bread.

Hey, silly man!
“To the Lord’s favors,
You are mean!”

Oct 10, 2004