Aren'T The Wild Flowers Glamorous?

I can call myself great As you too are great, Which know you not, Know I it. The light I have, that is actually yours And borrowing from you, Call I it my own Otherwise am not so talented As think you. The light which is in me Is in you too, You just try to see. When see I my small daughter standing before, Think I what have i in me, Have the innocence of hers And if not, why to call myself great? When see I the wild flower blooming in the woods, Think I about its glory and glamour, Does it say so, That it is very, very glamorous and beautiful, So lovely to look at? Actually, the small men do it, My chair, his chair, Do not sit on his chair, Why not to make the heart larger?