Perfection

PINK SATURDAY

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PERFECTION

This beauty should be eternal

Because it's so fantastic.

(I don't you dare say it could be

Replicated in plastic!)

Gently opening, blushing pink,

Pirouetting in our direction,

Hoping for a loving look

And a close inspection.

Wrong! It doesn't care at all

About our human viewing!

In fact it's quite oblivious

To everything we're doing!

All floral beauty is for bees

And other honeyed creatures;

This scent is not for our delight;

Nor are the glorious features.

We are just looking-on, it seems,

And not part of the game.

And, when you consider the glory,

That really does seem a shame.

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AGAINST THE GRAIN

As with timber, so with me;

We have natural inclinations.

The grain of the wood decides the cut

In all situations.

Sawing against the grain is hard;

Nature is being thwarted.

The resulting plank may be all askew,

Faulty and distorted.

And so it is with you and me,

We have a natural grain;

Some things come to us easily;

Others cause us pain.

Honesty may come naturally,

So, if we're forced to lie,

It goes against the grain for us,

However hard we try.

I rather like a symbol

 Which unites a man and tree,

The great oak in the forest

And folk like you and me.

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