Look at this field. Look at the wonders

Each flower growing. Each in perfect harmony

Look the leaf. It floats to the grass, softly, gently, sweetly.

You see that rose. Look at it. The mysterious beauty. The overflowing grace.

It grows in the shadow of the tree, along with the dandelion. Cooling in the shade, just barely holding on as the wind rustles the petals, the trees. It carries the smell, the sweet caressing smell. The everlasting beauty, the overflowing love. The rose, its insecure, but it stands strong.

Now standing bright in tall, soaking in the rays of the day. It is the ever shining sun flower. The sun loves this beautiful creature, the way it stands tall and surreal. So sure, so confident. It's unreal.

We go back to the dandelion. Under the tree's cool shade, the rose's companion.
The free spirit. The unsure soul, searching, ever flowing. The wind carries a piece of this wonderful beauty everywhere. So it may spread its wisdom, so it may see the world.

We stand in this field, looking at these souls, these creatures. Each different from the last, they love, they live. They are all flowers, each who shall bring the world, and you; beauty, joy, and peace.

We are all flowers, each of us unique, living in the garden we call Earth.