Berry Bush

My footsteps are delicate,

Gentle and quiet,

As I observe the berry bushes

In front of me.

These bushes are large,

Big and full,

Filled with different sized berries

Hanging from the leaves.

The first bush I see,

Has three berries on it,

The rest have not bloomed

Or simply fell off.

These berries are blue,

Plump and fruitful,

With hints of purple,

In the center of the bush.

The next bush I see,

Has thirty berries,

With no space for anymore,

Maybe one or two.

These berries are pink,

Shriveled and dry,

With hints of red,

Clumped together around the bush.

The last bush I see,

Is very tiny in size,

No berries to be seen,

Partly bare of leaves.

These leaves are brown,

Hopeful and barren,

With hints of green,

Moving with the wind.

And I stepped back,

To realize,

How can one deny

All creations are made by one.

The similarity between,

Simple bushes and human life,

All show the delicate crafting skills,

Of our Lord.

These bushes,

All with different appearances,

Some with berries,

Others without.

These humans,

All with different appearances,

Some with curly hair,

Others without.

These bushes,

All with different types of berries,

Some with big berries,

Others without.

These humans,

All with different types of problems,

Some with current pain,

Others without.

Some wishing for,

What others had,

Some wishing they had no berries,

Others wished they had.

Each bush,

Each human,

Delicately crafted,

With its own beauty.

With its own struggles,

Its own blessings,

Its own happiness,

But with the same Lord.

By Maahum Hassan, Class of 2022