I Thought I Was A Flower

 

I thought I was a flower.

Silly me.

In so many respects, I am still a bud.

And have growing to do.

In spite of the sunlight.

In spite of the soil.

In spite of the water.

In spite of the many years I have been on the stalk.

I am still a bud.

In this respect and that respect.

In so many respects.

I am still a bud.

And I still have growing to do.

That being the case…

 

Be patient with me.

Be patient with me.

 

I thought I was a tree.

Silly me.

I now see.

I am just a branch.

Of a very big tree.

Called humanity.

It will take some time.

To shake off the idea.

That I am not the tree.

I have to chip away at the bark.

That kept me in the dark.

That kept me from seeing all this time.

That I am just a part.

Of this very big tree.

Called humanity.

Which is why, I ask...

 

Be patient with me.

Be patient with me.

 

I thought I was the ocean.

Silly me.

I found out I am just a drop.

Among drops and drops and drops.

In a vast expanse.

That's as wide as it is deep.

Beyond what my naked eye can see.

When I think about that.

I pause.

And lift up my hands.

And express awe.

And then some more.

At this amazing vastness I was not aware I was a part of.

Isn't it amazing, to think.

This little drop that's me.

Is part of drops and drops and drops.

So vast, it's more than my naked eye can see.

And to think I have been living in a bubble that was so tiny.

I am glad my eyes have opened.

But I have to get used to this.

So please…

 

Be patient with me.

Be patient with me.