Giftedness – 1997

The tiny plant extended its first sprout from the fertile soil
Eagerly exploring its environment
A tiny bud soon appeared radiant promised potential
While unfolding ad shaping its leaves.

The gardener’s expcctations dictated growth to be just so
But the plant longed to choose its own direction.
Suddenly a gust of wind blustered,
“And you call yourself a flower so fair?”

The fragile plant, buffeted and torn, sighed
And felt a trepidatious insect climb and
Bite an ugly blemish in one leaf.
“No one can be so perfect, now everyone knows it is true.”

One day an emerald-throated humming bird
Hovered near the sad, dropping plant
And whispered above the soft wing-whir
“You have a potential, a promise to be!”

The tiny plant shivered with delight,
Its bud quivered in anticipation
And with a burst of happiness,
Blossomed gloriously for all to see.

For gifted children everywhere!