On my way to work each day, <br />I pass a stretch of wasted land; <br />Where wicked weeds are lead astray, <br />growing wildly and unplanned. <br /> <br />The sunbaked earth is parched and dried, <br />the barren scene is bleak; <br />The grass has withered up and died, <br />Downtrodden, wilted and weak. <br /> <br />The monsoons then descended, <br />in a torrential outburst; <br />And overnight the land was mended, <br />by quenching it's great thirst. <br /> <br />I thought I must be dreaming, <br />when I saw that green expanse; <br />Green velvet waves were gleaming, <br />and they held me in a trance. <br /> <br />Birds flocked to bath in cool, clear ponds, <br />Their song, on pause, to drink; <br />Flowers kissed the leafy fronds, <br />green speckled in pure pink. <br /> <br />Our lives could be that wasted land, <br />reborn in the rainshowers; <br />If only we could trust His Hand, <br />and flourish like the flowers.<br /><br />Roann Mendriq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flourish-like-the-flowers/
