Why are you hiding,
tiny flower in the grass?
Are you afraid of being trampled
on by some careless stroller?
Terrified of monsters cutting off
your one day of being—
Your one and only turn to show off
your Maker’s exquisite art?
Come! Let me rescue you—
set you on a tiny throne
In a lighted place where
all may delight in
Every detail of your unique design
and marvel at you—
This lovely flower fashioned by
your proud and loving Creator.
© Anne S. Moore, September 24, 2009