Imagine This. . .

(Written by me, April 1993 (in other words, when I was 17.))

Imagine this world was as beautiful,
As that flower about to bloom.
And that statement was true,
"The light and good will always shine through."

But I know this world isn't that pretty,
And light and good are just figments,
In a young child's mind, young as a flower,
A flower in the middle of a deep, thick forest.

Whose canopy, has for centuries, darkened the forest floor,
So that very little light from the sun reaches it.
There on the forest floor is where you'll find a place,
A place very similar to where my flower grew.

Sure it would have been nice to grow,
In those few well light places,
But most of the forest is in darkness,
Where the light and good don't shine through.

So the flower wilted for a time in the shade of the big trees,
Till it saw the other flowers blossoming and said,

"I want that!"

But deep in its heart of hearts,
It knew that it would never be in the light for a long time.

This made the flower said and it wilted some more.
It wanted to bloom like the others, but no light shined upon it,
Till it said, "Let me make my own light!"
So from deep within its roots a changed occurred.

Energy coursed through its petals,
And for the first time it blossomed.
The other flowers stared in awe.
They had never known any other light and good,
Except that which was given to them by the sun.

Now to see such light and good radiate,
From a flower in the darkness amazed them.
What surprised them more was that the flower,
Grew faster than all of them,
Because the light and good came from within.

It was strong than any light and good that,
Could ever come through the canopy of the trees.
That light and good didn't shine through,
And probably never would have.
That flower had to create its own light and good to survive.

Just like a life that has begun to bloom,
It needs to create its own light and good,
To live, to see, to enjoy beauty.
All the life has to do is remember light and good,
Come from within and just Imagine This. . .