The Mean Little Flower

"To me the meanest flower that blows can give

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."
    - Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality 

 


   O meanest flower, you are not what you seem. When ol' Wordsworth called you mean, would it have hurt your feelings?
Yet here you here, purely because he called you so. 
As I looked at the little mean flower, I had a cynical approach to what Wordsworth said. Feelings too deep for tears? I don't think so. But feelings nevertheless. 
So here we are, jus the two of us, little flower. 
As the little flower looked at me, I started to feel threatened! Threatened I say. Jus a miniscule of a life yet so mean! Is it your happiness that is mocking my pessimism?
What would Wordsworth would have thought that made him write so? Was it the flower he gifted to his lady love which she denied? Or perhaps he could see between the little colored petals into its heart?
Speak to me flower! I demanded
Silence responded. 
Perhaps I was the mean one. It's funny how the word mean refers to both unkind and poor at the same time. I guess I am not as big as I thought.  

What is it that you want to tell to the world little flower? Are you so happy because our problems don't matter to you? Or is there something more.


At this point I looked at other flowers. I have gifted many of those flowers to my love but never you. Yet here you here smiling at me. You do make me happy little flower. I heard this fact that most men don't receive a flower till their funeral. You're my flower little one. So small yet so beautiful. 
I observed it's intricate little petals and felt guilty. Now I have destroyed your life just because I wanted to write. Was my want more important than your little life? 
I was filled with remorse. Perhaps it was you who would brighten the day of a tired bee, or give hope to a tiny ant during it's sleepless nights.

      O mean little flower. Forgive me now. Your life matters, Wordsworth was right and wrong. You are not a mean little flower, but you would mean a lot to someone. Perhaps I am yet to understand you, as I am yet to understand myself. 

             O mean flower, you are full of life! 
As I, yet you are more happy, than I..

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