The flower does not boast of its beauty.
Its eyes are open to reality.
Its stems are bound to the beautiful truth.
It does not need to get out from its root
Just to tell all that itself is pretty
Because it knows inside that it’s happy.
Copyright © 2009 by Obed Dela Cruz
(September 25,2009; Marikina City)
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