Flower- a mute prayer

Flower, a mute prayer
P K Routray
A flower. not the fruit
nor the leaf, nor the root
nor the trunk, nor the shoot
is the voice of a tree, the mute.
With nectar- like honey in its core
fragrance and beauty attracting from the fore
man, insects, birds and animals fall in its love
tempting even the Almighty to cherish from Heaven above..
Flower is the essence of all the prayers
day in and day out, which the entire tree from root to leaf shares.
At His service and worship this essence to offer
as its sole aim the tree intently must be longing for.
Rob we all their offerings even as observer meager
lustily enjoying its beauty and mentally sucking its nectar
before the Almighty gets them and feels its flavor.
Or being agile, vocal, perhaps intellectually superior
with physical mobility the trees assign us to carry their prayer to Him the master
certainly with addition of human fragrance and beauty
tinged with noble deeds of human ingenuity.
The bees, birds and other creatures are unlike man
nectar from flower permitted to them for their hunger suck they can.