The Greatest Gift Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

The Greatest Gift



Are the greatest gifts
Those that charges us slightest?
Yea, price varies inversely with proper value
But life itself is a gift, free, of the earth
Instinctive of idyllic joy in plant and creatures
What gift is more beautiful than a bower
Of wild roses in pubescent bud?
Yet all that flamboyant colours and fragrance
Exist to serve the welfare of the flower.
Love is such a gift. One trusts its treasure,
Complimentary as the outlandish
Brilliant eruption of feathered friend,
Similarly eerie and bizarre
It comes not from fret or ransom
But pleasure.
Show gratitude to gifts brought to you
But remember
The greatest gift is you.

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