Flowering life.

Flowers are nature's poetry. The sweet smell of flowers cut through the soft scent of the morning's rain-drenched  grass and I can never be tired of their sweet fragrance. Each   delicate bloom, no matter where it is, they charm my heart with petals as delicate as  works of art and beauty;  their hues  medicine for my soul. Perhaps it's not just me who feels that way, though, there is something about their beauty I need for my whole self , to feel and be  fully human, I wonder if anyone feels  a bit like that. Without the flowers, it would only be concrete world and I think that  it would freeze my heart.

Weeds are the most beautiful, but unloved flowers and I  love them.    There is a kind of beauty around them that many fail to observe. A flower that has been a tight bud, begins  to open, with a deeper blush in  the kind of gentle breeze I  would have failed to  notice, had I not  been present 'in the moment.' I stretch my fingers to touch the silky  petals  to see and feel  the beauty that I  know is inside. But nature has its way, it's timing, and  isn't ready yet. A few more days of warmth and it would bloom into a captivating beauty. It buds, blooms and then withers off giving pleasure and joy to everyone around and once it falls it is trampled upon and just left to its fate of being thrown away.

Flower are often reminders of the bounty of nature along with the fact about life's transient nature. Flowers  often symbolize  awakening, or blossoming, giving happiness and delight even if they are covered with sharp thorns. For me they impart a feeling of freshness and soften  my heart when   I am feeling blue and fatigued uplifting my inner spirit,  empowering me by their energy and forever  awe-inspiring  beautiful and colorful hues.  To witness a flower blossoming, petal by petal, is a real wonder that no artist  can replicate.