From Wherever Flowers Dream

During an early morning walk in silence you hear the wind as it whispers to the trees… You hear the synchronized rhythm of the crickets… their percussion floating on the breeze. In the darkness as you walk… you watch the leaves and branches sway… you hear the birds about to retire share a song with the birds about to begin their day The nightingale and the owl… the mockingbird and the chickadee… blend together…as if rehearsed… a morning melody. You marvel when the flowers hear this singing how they wipe the dew from out their eyes how they search the darkness for the sun then smile and stretch up to the sky. And suddenly there in the darkness your mood begins to swing… because if you listen closely you can hear the flowers sing… Then as the darkness is receding… and the morning begins advancing… you wonder if it’s just the morning breeze… or are the flowers also dancing. And you feel blessed for having witnessed an encounter so supreme… The moment the the flowers have awakened from wherever flowers dream.