A shaded glen, calm serene.
No pain or sorrow can be seen.
White clouds drift by at a slow pace.
As I lie contemplating life in this special place.
Under tall trees a small flower
Struggles to bloom with all its might.
So delicate and perfect,
Overshadowed no light.
What strength little ladyslipper,
Flower so fair.
Though not perceived by many
You know the light is there.
As you fight to come to life
And burst out flowers dear,
Your beauty floods this place
And removes all cause for fear.
A fitting symbol of a struggle
For beauty and self worth.
Your battle rewarded standing straight,
Alive mauve blossoms coming forth.
My Gla**es I see the world through my gla**es.
Over the years the prescription changes
To refine my view.
As I reflect on life it is like my gla**es
My view is refined and changed.
I must remember each one has a different prescription
But all are seeing clearly
For the moment through their experience.