One in a Million



One among a million

Is it possible to be seen

When there are so many others

Displaying their petals of color





Even the green plants

They have no exquisite shape

No special design of color

No specially shaped petals

Nothing that makes them stand out alone

Yet look at them together

Shine in the adorable face of an elephant




One among a million

Is there a point of trying to stand tall

When so many others are doing it for me

Look at the teddy bear

What otherwise would be an empty forest

A memory of childhood pops out of the trees




It is not an empty shape

Of black and white or pure green

It has color for the feet

Color for the ears

Even the heart is red

Inviting you to come snuggle into its memory



One among a million

So many around me

Airplanes and teapots

And even dancing ladies



One among a million

They could not have done this alone

Through their natural scattering of seeds

Hopeful to find some ground to multiply in



One among a million

Not noticed by the viewers

Not missed if trampled underfoot

Not grieved since my place is covered by the million




One among a million

Why should I stand strong

Why should I work to display my colorful petals

Why should I lift a happy face

If I am one among a million



        Each one in the million     

        The gardener's hands he touches   

Each one in a million                  

Surrounded by another               

        Each one in the million   

        The gardener's eyes he notices

Each one in a million                 

Together make their petals shine

       Each one in a million

      The gardener's mind he planned

Each one in a million                 

Greives together when one falls



Each one in a million







I like to find stories in unlikely places and connect them with unlikely subjects. Here are stories and analogies that I see as I travel around the world.

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