For The Springs To Follow
What's in a name anyways?
Iris
Out of the ground
For three weeks she comes,
Her petals are filled
With purple, yellow, and blue.
While forest green leaves
Keep her fragile stem
Firmly balanced,
It is only this time
That she blooms.
You see, Iris is priceless
And one-of-a-kind.
But, alas, she is very unhappy.
She feels as if the world
Will only appreciate her beauty in the spring,
When everyone else is rejoicing.
The truth is, however,
Iris is not letting her true colors show.
For she only wants
To please everyone else.
Her beauty and colors
That she possesses on the inside
Are far more appealing
To the heart.
Why Iris dies
During the winter, fall, and summer,
No one will ever know.
Maybe she wants to cry in private
Or mourn for her death alone.
But maybe, just maybe,
She is just saving up the energy
For the spring to follow.
What's Really Underneath It All
I'm sure many of you can relate to my "Iris" poem. Perhaps you've had moments in your life when you wish people would look at you differently...see that there is more to you than what they perceive is there. However, life is ironic I will tell you: when I was little, I was that dorky girl with glasses that all the boys only wanted to be "friends" with, but now, well, let's just say things have changed. Perhaps life is a lot like a garden: if left unattended, it will become overgrown and wild. But, if the right gardener comes along and sees to that garden, your eyes will gaze upon the most amazing sights that nature has ever created. But never forget that amazing sight you see was created from a simple seed and lots of dirt!
