they sit and look pretty ..
they feed the bees ..
they create the air we breath ..
they smell good.
Flowers don't have to find their gift ..
Their gift is existence.
Humans do something ..
we love flowers ..
enjoy their beauty ..
savor their aroma ..
marvel at their delicate strength.
Then we cut 'em ..
and continue down the path.
Lessons dwell quietly in the garden ..
patiently awaiting our arrival.
Whispered amongst flowers
are secrets old as creation ..
keys to happiness ..
answers for life ..
if we stop .. and sit .. and listen.
The promise is there ..
we can be like them ..
we can exist to bring pleasure to others.
Our essence can be beautiful ..
aromatic as the rose.
Be aware .. until we sit in our gardens
pain killers and deodorant will be necessary ..
from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between
Enjoy your Garden!
Aloha et Au revoir,