The flowers… plants, trees, berries…

The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight…. I watched the sunrise… it was a warm day…. Watered the plants& shrubs…. Sat by the steps and watched the flowers…. It was fascinating… it grew everyday…

As if a song within the plant had found its lyrics& its feelings gathered its strength to remember what it could grow into…

The gentle petals looked different just like the leaves looked different from the stem…. But they were all one, growing together& cheering… i smiled as if i heard them singing a melody… my mind flew towards finding words that i never knew i had heard… how silly a part of the mind that it thinks of only sounds heard outside without realising that the vibrant stillness the flowers speak… we used to know it long ago… somewhere we still remember the language of the gentle fragrant life that grows with warmth sunshine water& care… from earth it rises higher with leaves,…. giving our minds a thread to weave,…. our imaginations of the melody it hums,… so it hums…. As if to say life on earth can be an expression of beauty… visible … as surroundings nurture care….

The cluster of little blossoms as if each a petal in itself has its own song changing frequencies of light that flows… to stay as a visible delight among the varying green leaves…. Holding space helping me smile….

it grew out of the soil mixed with water& sunlight…. But how did it transform these to a life that lives& grows into the fragrant vibrant colourful delight… to live it seems is to grow with care like a dance through changing times…. it stood still and knew how to move& dance to remind me to turn& look… even hear the silent hum… as it made me smile….