Like a Jewel
Upon a bluebell like a jewel,
A tiny raindrop fell,
Glistening like a diamond,
As precious as can be.
But to an ant the tiny raindrop,
Was like a huge enormous lake,
Everything has purpose,
Everything is ment to be.
Upon a rose surrounded by thorns,
That has been there all her life,
Never letting down her defences,
Not knowing the beauty she holds.
But to a bee the beautiful rose,
Is the essence of their life
So precious and so special,
More than you she can know.
So when you look in the mirror,
And your eyes don't see so well,
Remember what the rose is to the bee,
And then look again at yourself again.