Have you ever stopped,
to smell the flowers?
You've surely been amazed,
by nature's wonders.
Seen that singular stunning sunflower yet?
Been badly beguiled by the beauty, I bet?
However.
A floret that does not blossom for you,
most certainly is not the one fit for you.
There is a garden.
Not every single fruit is forbidden.
There are choices.
Not every single one is scrupulous.
Look far.
Look wide.
Life may not always be a bed of roses,
But there is always a sea of flowers.
Lovely lavenders lazily frolic about,
delicate and demure daffodils dance around.
Caring calming carnations create a candid capture,
petite pleasing poppies peak out from the pasture.
There is a garden,
it's filled with happiness.
The secret unspoken,
is just paying attention.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC
Have you ever stopped,
to smell the flowers?
You've surely been amazed,
by nature's wonders.
Seen that singular stunning sunflower yet?
Been badly beguiled by the beauty, I bet?
However.
A floret that does not blossom for you,
most certainly is not the one fit for you.
There is a garden.
Not every single fruit is forbidden.
There are choices.
Not every single one is scrupulous.
Look far.
Look wide.
Life may not always be a bed of roses,
But there is always a sea of flowers.
Lovely lavenders lazily frolic about,
delicate and demure daffodils dance around.
Caring calming carnations create a candid capture,
petite pleasing poppies peak out from the pasture.
There is a garden,
it's filled with happiness.
The secret unspoken,
is just paying attention.
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