Flowers are nature’s quiet miracles,

Soft yet powerful,

Fleeting yet unforgettable.

In celebration, they explode with joy,

Colors dancing like confetti tossed by the earth,

Marking life’s sweetest moments

With beauty and fragrance.

In love, they become tender messengers,

Saying more with a single bloom

Than words ever could.

In grief, they offer silent companionship,

Standing beside sorrow with grace,

Reminding us that life and loss

Are forever intertwined.

In healing, they teach the art of resilience,

How to open again after the coldest seasons,

How to reach for light

Even when buried in shadow.

Flowers don’t just decorate our lives; they dignify them.

In every petal, a whisper of hope.

In every stem, a reason to celebrate being alive.

~g.o.p.

I have fallen in a sweet meadow…

inquiry for today~ you can sense this kind of hope…

consider outside moving inside…

Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds,

badgers and foxes and squirrels and people.

So it must be all around us.

~Frances Hodgson Burnett