Contemplating the Flower

The slightest breeze turns the air redolent with the smell and fragrance of a flower The mind unravels tickled into an interlude of dreaming among the stars. Its beauty mystifies, ethereal yet how fleeting is its life, it blooms then dies, but not before it inspires the heart to yearning, to transcend to the heavens. without the color of flowers, the world would be bleak, lacking in luster, dreary. the woods breathe the myriad scent of flowers birds taste and have their fill of their flavors To touch and hold a flower in your hand is a flight to the unknown, a moment that feels like a fragile bubble might burst, you want to capture this blessing of joy. Behold a flower's petal how it draws insects to drink from it then leave pollen footprints over earth, to breed more flowers; the world dazzles, a vista of color. Find a pearl of wisdom in a flower how it wakes up the spirit to be free uncluttered, be innocent, without guile to reach the peak of our lives loving all. @jjote 012821