In picking flame azaleas for Thee,
I rob the world of a little colour.
Not much, maybe, but know that to some bee,
The world now appears a little duller.
In picking roses and orchids for Thee,
I steal from the world a few charming sights.
Few, perhaps, but realize that some bee,
Must now travel farther for its delights.
Yea, ’tis true! In picking flowers for Thee,
I leave the world a less beautiful place.
However, in giving flowers to Thee,
I change that with smiles I bring to Thy face.
Hence, whilst picking flowers leaves me uneased,
For reason of Thee, my mind is appeased.
06.21.95 – 06.30.95
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion
and published in Perspectives, ISBN 0-9686250-0-2.