As the sun shinned forth with its early
light,
I gazed through the morning,
and
fixed my sight.
I fixed my sight on what’s precious to me
-
My lovely bed of roses,
beneath the
oak tree.
Reaching for the sunlight, were they all
-
Except "one"! -
not standing so
tall.
What is the difference between "one" and all?
-
Why does "one",
not stand as
tall?
Each gets the same measure of light -
Each suffers the darkness,
of the
night.
I examined the roses, one and all.
I
examined "one",
not standing so tall.
What I found was surprising to me -
"One" - should be the healthiest,
under the
tree.
How to solve this mystery, I did ponder
-
Should I move "one",
over
yonder?
This I did by instinctive power -
A few
days later -
how "one" did tower!
One sprang forth with many shoots!
Maybe
the old soil -
didn’t feed "ones"
roots?