The little field flowers don’t grumble
that there’s been so little rain.
They don’t care that they’re not roses.
It doesn’t occur to them to worry
that no one may ever stop to notice
and admire them. They don’t compare
their shapes or hues to their neighbor’s.
“Better” and “more” mean nothing
in their world. No one ever told
them that you have to have whole lists
of things in order to be truly happy.
So they just dance in the breeze,
and radiate their joy, and celebrate
this moment and the Yes of being
just what they are. Right here.
Right now. And isn’t that grand!