The Lonely Pot

“I have never noticed this plant before.” I mentioned to my colleagues.

There it stood a lonely potted plant growing interestingly, set against the classroom wall. The ends of It’s branches scattered daintily with bright orange flowers possessing layered petals that don a yellow interior. The flowers looked as if they would fall at the appearance of a heavy wind. This was an interesting plant even though the tired green leaves, drooped under the rays of the sun, the flowers glowed interestingly.

We walked along the pavement, leading from one campus to another continuing straight down beside a set of single story buildings. We took this same route weekly. Trudging down a few stairs which would take us to the compound where the very young students ‘live’.

This week however, it struck me that I had never noticed this particular bush. Could it be because we were always rushing to get to our sacred meeting on time? Or were we always deep in thought when we were passing beside it? We never even noticed it standing there. Could the flowers have just bloomed, calling for admirers?  We were able to shout, ‘Here We Are!’ Like an exquisitely dressed model on the catwalk the plant swayed gently. We stood for a few minutes, the audience at the show and stared. We would have clapped if we were there long enough to admire the prolonged beauty of this lonely plant, it brightened the spot, where it stood.

Like a beautiful ornament it adorned the exterior of this building, the image was endearing, a photograph had to be taken in haste. Taken because maybe next week the delicate orange flowers would have torn off, leaving a boring, lonely green plant in it’s concrete painted pot.