As a Flower

As a Flower


As a flower

In its beauty

Is not always called a rose,

And some moving poetry

Is not recognized

As prose,

A spark of Spirit,

Yes, you are.

We know you

By your heart.

For on the outside,

Different, you may be.

But, on the inside,

The same, all are we.

                    by  Angela Dingler all rights reserved 2016