On a moist morning
in the park,
as I took a bend
I was stunned for a moment
to see a thick sheet…
a yellow carpet, all petals
spread full length
under an amaltaas tree.
‘Wow! O green sage,’ I uttered,
‘What a spectacular piece of art,
the exquisite floral carpet you’ve got spun!
How did you put it together?
With a delightful smile
came the modest answer,
‘thanks you paused to view, appreciate,
yes… it takes some labor and passion intense
a desire to please others
and leave the world
a better place.’
‘I wove it whole night
dropping petal by petal
in the carpet form.
It’s not yet complete.
Naughty breeze keeps ruffling and shuffling
and poor me keeping mending.
But no worries,
that’s my job.
I’ll keep on till my very last petal.’
‘But what if someone brooms
the withered, dried petals away,
drops these in the bin over there?
Oh no bother, that’s but natural
don’t you know?
Dry leaves, petals make good garbage and hey…
perfect recycle material
for manure, to nourish
famished plants, got it?’
‘Yes of course, and I do give in.
You’re incorrigibly benign…divine! I bow to you!’
‘Cheer up man! See you next season, bye bye!’
‘Bye,’ said I with a mild smile
and moved on,
carrying some awesome floral memories.