I wonder the way comely flowers bloom
The way they dance and the way they rejoice
I wonder the way they survived each season
I wonder the way they smile each moment
Flowers, O Flowers. You are an ode to the summer
You are a call of bliss, a touch of the marvel
You are an illustration of beauty, a symbol of love
Your sparkling beauty is an amusement for the beholder
O flowers, Do you know why I am praising you?
Nay, It’s not about your beauty or fragrance you possess
or the way you dance in the breezy summer
But the way you stand on your waggling stem
And deeply shaken by the ghastly storm
I saw you one day in a barren field
Facing the wind like warrior with the shield
And still your face was the kiss of the bliss.
O flowers, I have handful of questions for you
So tell me, you the host of the heaven,
How you keep smiling till blue in the face?
How you give fragrance to the flies and the bees?
And even to the hand that crushes you otherwise?
“I am an expression of elegance in ecstatic motion,
You think and you believe
But I do fall and fade and lose my luster
Absorbed by the nature, ignored by the being
But surely I am an expression of Joy, I dance and sing”
“So, listen to your soul, rest is fate”: whispered the flower.