Flower of the Mountain

There sits a blossom
High on the mountain
Who sees this flower
Except for me

What a wonder!

Only the creator and I
Know of its exquisite beauty
The flower cares not
Who appreciates it
It is content to just be
Deeply it knows its contribution
It has lived many years
Surpassing the lifespan
of many a man
Yet it is not bored
In its own radiance it basks
It never grows weary
nor ever carries burdens
It is a wonder to behold
One day on this plane, it will flower no more
Going back into the great collective
Merging with other beauty
To possibly bloom again
In some other glorious way

We are all flowers of extraordinary brilliance
Of all types and colors
Be like the flower
Even if NO one knows that true brilliance
For like the flower of the mountain
You add immeasurably to the whole
Realize your contribution
Sing the song of thanks to the Creator
For you are privileged to serve