Inconspicuous Existence

‘Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. ‘

The little flower bloomed,
A pretty sight to see;
For those who had eyes to see it,
Amidst the emerald leaves.

It smiled at the sky brightly,
The sun a reflection of its hue.
It Swayed in jubilation,
Stroked by loving breeze.

Wondrous thoughts filled it,
As the canvas of the sky;
Changed from soothing blue,
To a riot of colours wild.

The sun from yellow to orange,
And then to a vibrant red;
Bade goodbye for the day,
It was time for scene to change.

The twinkling stars took stage,
Then the pleasant moon arrived;
To entertain the little flower,
And take her to land of dreams.

The brilliant white moon,
Filled the little flower’s heart;
With untold thrill and bliss.
Lullaby of leaves lulled it to sleep.

Such were the merry days,
Followed by serene nights;
That helped the flower bloom,
And lead a fruitful life.

It added to the beauty,
Of the graceful earth.
It led a life worth living,
And left the world in mirth.

If you look the right way you can see that the whole world is a garden.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

8 thoughts on “Inconspicuous Existence

      1. The contact page acts as an e-mail sender. Whatever you send in the comment will come to me as an e-mail. That is how I get e-mails from my followers. 😊

        Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.