The Tale of the Flowers - Poem

 By the time some of you may read this, Shavuos would have passed, however the inspiration and great memories created for you to fondly recall back to, would still be fresh, vibrant and at the center of your mind.

As we know on this beautiful festival many people decorate their Shuls and homes with flowers, not just to provide a sense of majesty and to glorify the uplifting days, but also to pay tribute and remember Har Sinai, the by now famed mountain on whom -- despite not being the most beautiful, or even widest, nor the tallest, or highest of his fellow mountain colleagues, if you will, -- G-d chose him as the mountain upon which he would give the Torah to the Jews.

Why?

Well, we all know the answer to that. Because of Har Sinai's humility.

G-d was teaching us, to acquire and fully accept the yolk of the Torah upon ourselves we must be humble, open, honest and truthful, in our Avodas Hashem.

I believe one of the things that is most well-known about the choosing of Har Sinai for this defining moment of our national history as the Jewish People, is that despite the mountain being quite bland, uninteresting and not a very pleasant sight, once it was chosen by G-d, it began to sprout many flowers, beautiful ones, at that. Hence, why we celebrate Shavuos by decorating our homes and Shul with flowers, as mentioned earlier. 

So, than, if I may, allow me to share with you a poem I wrote about the journey of a flower, from the ground, where its planted as a seed, to its blossoming, once it is fully grown.

Enjoy,

Yitzy Schweitzer

The Tale of the Flowers - Poem

I'm just a simple flower, blooming in the wind,

Standing tall and proud, perfectly in motion,

But you don't know what had to occur,

Just for me to be here,

I guess I could tell you though, so here I go now.

My seed was planted many months back,

Lying safe in the soil, free from attack,

But it was dark down there, despite the warmth,

There was just no light,

There were times I wondered if the world above me was a lie.

But, suddenly, everything changed,

Oh, bring on the good new days,

After so long,

I finally belong.

Despite my struggles, I pushed through the soil,

Coming out on top, above the turmoil,

I began to bloom, like I heard I would,

Like the other flowers told me I could,

Yes little, little me,

I an that flower grown from one seed.

Now, whenever I see, a new flower being planted,

I tell him this story, I tell him goodness is granted,

But he must be strong, like the many before,

Who knew there moment would come,

Just hang in there, keeping believing in the light of the sun.

Yes, it may seem dark,

But listen here, cause everything will be fine,

Hold on tight, soon will be your time.

Despite your struggles, you'll push through the soil,

Coming out on top, above the turmoil,

You'll begin to bloom, like I said you would,

Like I said you could,

Oh little flower dear,

Keep on growing, your missions clear.