#flowers

IN ONLY FLOWERS COULD TALK

Have you ever wished flowers could talk as you pass by them throughout the day?

Have you ever wondered what they were thinking…what it is that they might say?

 

How wonderful would it be if the moment you drew near

a flower had the ability to whisper in your ear.

 

Would what they say be filled with important knowledge?

Would their advice be enlightening…and wise?

Or would they be happy just to bid good day…to you 

to the bees and the butterflies?

 

We paused on our walk this morning as we were surprised to find.

on a bench…a bouquet of flowers…someone obviously had left behind.

 

We would love to know their story…

Why they were left on this bench by the side of the road…

Were they purchased by a man for a woman…but the woman never showed?

 

Were these flowers intended to make someone happy

or to cheer up someone who cried?

Were they meant to celebrate a birth?

or for the the memory of someone who died?

 

What was the story of these flowers?

If only they could whisper in our ear…

and give us at least a clue

as to why they were abandoned here.

 

Alas, we did not hear a whisper

which means, perhaps, we’ll never find…

what happened on this bench last night

and why these flowers were left behind.

 
 
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YOU CAN HEAR THE FLOWERS SING

When you walk in silence in the morning...

you hear the wind whisper to the trees...

as the syncopation of the crickets

floats upon the breeze.

 

Soon the nightingale, the blackbird, 

the owl...and the chickadee

begin to sing, as if rehearsed...

their morning melody.

 

Flowers hear the singing

and, to me at least, it seems

the music wakes them gently

from wherever flowers dream.

 

Perhaps that’s why throughout the year

and primarily in Spring...

if you listen to them closely

you can hear the flowers sing.


FLOWERS IN THE YARD

Sometimes when things look bleakest when may optimism’s jarred

I take a walk around the house and look for flowers in the yard.

 

For no matter how much the word is filled with misery and despair…

Flowers help remind me there is beauty everywhere.

 

And flowers help me visualize a world where we’re all friends…

For the beauty of the garden is how the colors blend.

 

Life is not always easy…and it often mystifies…

But if, one day, we wish to bloom…then, by God, we’ve got to try…

 

Try to make our world a better place…like the flowers from the seeds

Try to make our world a better place…by our actions and our deeds.

 

For look at all a flower endures…through rain and sleet and snow

And still, somehow, in Spring and Summer that little seedling grows…

 

And its color beautifies our Earth…and brings the world some harmony…

And I smile as some of that beauty cascades down on me.

 

Which is why I hold every flower I see in such a high regard 

And why when my world is crumbling I like to take a walk around my yard…

 

Because each flower is a miracle…Its destiny predefined…

 

And when I stop to delight in one…I see hope for humankind.



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You Can Hear The Flowers Sing

When you walk in silence in the morning...
you hear the wind whisper to the trees...
As the syncopation of the crickets
Floats upon the breeze.

Soon the nightingale, the blackbird,
the owl...and the chickadee
Begin to sing, as if rehearsed...
their morning melody.

Flowers hear the singing
and, to me at least, it seems
The music wakes them gently
From wherever flowers dream.

Perhaps that’s why throughout the year
and primarily in Spring...
If you listen to them closely
You can hear the flowers sing.

 

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