The flower can’t bloom; by its choice;
it’s directed by a higher authority;
for it wasn’t given its very own voice;
in life, it has little seniority.
Flowers often grow amongst the weeds;
battling to gain position and power;
both of them started life as mere seeds;
the weeds tried to crowd out the flower.
Mankind is very much like the flower;
also, mixed in with the weeds;
growth came from an external power;
the Master fulfilled their needs.
Beauty and love aren’t the flower’s choice;
for she is the Master’s design;
growth, itself, is that flower’s voice;
it’s the Master who makes her shine.
Mankind was also the Master’s plan;
requiring the wisdom of God to know;
ultimate knowledge; and creation began;
and God’s love made the flower grow.
Mankind doesn’t get better with time;
he’s changed from the inside out;
his wicked behavior, he cannot refine;
it’s not what resurrection is about.
The caccoon; a metaphor of the grave;
the caterpillar and man, both die;
death, itself, wasn’t worthy to save;
but, beauty emerged to fly.