Sometimes it's all about perspective

In a Crack by Rabindranath Tagore from Rabindranath Tagore: An Anthology  (St. Martin's Griffin)
In a crack in the garden wall a flower
Blooms, nameless, lowly and obscure.
"Shame on this weed!" the plants tell each other;
The sun rises and calls, "Are you well, brother?"

The past three days I've posted poems about silence and linked them to the practice of meditation.
For the next three, I've decided to post poems that illustrate the fruits of silence.

The more I read today's poem, the more I get out of it-- the lesson that sometimes it all depends upon our perspective.  How having a relationship with someone or something can alter that perspective.  And how our perspective effects the way we name things . . . whether they remain nameless or we can welcome them as brother, sister.