One of these things is not like the others,
One of these flowers is an island of blue;
She stands alone, amidst all the silver,
She isn’t ashamed of her different hue.
She isn’t aware that her petals’ arrangement
Stubbornly shouts out her personal flair;
She isn’t trying to mimic the snow-scape,
Or trying to squelch how she grows. Her air
Is one of contentment, of ‘I have arrived!’
She blooms where her seed has fallen by chance.
Her radiance, her difference, will draw all the eyes,
And hers is the visage that’s worth second glance.
I just love your photography!
Thank you! I am having so much fun learning how to take better photos – an unexpected gift in life! 🙂
This poem’s like all the rest…huh, ya see what I did there? The poem…”Different”…huh, get it…? (Nice one, Melody).
Thanks Robert! *smirk*
Very nice, Melody–and blue is my fave color, so I love the picture as much as the poem!! God bless your week–love, Caddo
Thanks Caddo! 🙂
Oh, I see! You are a perfectionist! 🙂
xoxo
Recovering perfectionist learning to allow myself some human error! 😦
So that should be an 🙂
Yes, as always – you are so right! 🙂 🙂 🙂 How about triple to undo the 😦 ??
Cool! You are a smart lady!
food for eyes and soul!