People are like flowers

Dotting an otherwise monochrome plateau;

A landscape predictable and bare -

A horizon flat, uninterrupted.

Daisy, tulip, iris, snapdragon:

Bright or mute,

Unordinary or plain,

Invite the eye -

They seem to say,

"Do you see me?

Do you really see?

I splash color

I raise my head

I call for your gaze

To rest on my beauty.

From afar you see only my brightness;

Up close, my delicate, intricate detail -

My unique design."

People, delightful and diverse,

Dot life's landscape

Intersecting doldrums

Painting days

Splash hues bold or discreet

Blends never known to exist

Winning my gaze,

Allowing my eye to rest

On those whose invitation -

Clear as a sunflower against

A crisp, cloudless sky -

Speaks unabashed:

"Look at me.

See me.

Really see.

I welcome your unrestrained awe."

Bees in My Bonnet