Tattered robes might eclipse
A shimmering heart of gold
Those we call faint-hearted
May have valiant tales untold
Placid waters , unruffled tones
Who knows what depths they veil
Steadfast hands you thought would hold you
Let go promptly in storm and hail
Gnarled trees may bear sweet fruit
Wrinkled faces may have secrets to reveal
Can flawed impressions be rectified ?
Will unseeing eyes begin to heal?
About the picture : What looked like a flower from a distance , was a succulent plant instead . I saw this in Pelling .