I am your blessing, said the petal to the flower
Down in the countryside, deep in the garden
Is a bed of buds just waiting to blossom.
Whispering sounds of gentle breeze rustle all around,
The verdant grass, a welcome sight, its dewdrops glisten bright.
Radiantly, the sun now shines; the rains have played their part
But buds remain buds, unopened…just nodding up and down.
When suddenly, magically, abracadabra, appears a pretty petal,
One by one, the petals emerge, splashing colours ‘pon the green.
‘We are yours – your heavenly blessings,’ cry out the petals, loud and clear
Then, with grace and quiet dignity, all unite to form the flower.