بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Velvet feels petals that peel, they drop to the ground.
From the smell to the sounds of bees buzzing about, spreading pollen around, in nice days these are found, then some winter comes with a drought.
Hardly anyone, some run at the sign of hail or thunderstorms.
A severe warning that also causes hope, a flower is pretty and perfect, at the same time helpless, but it awakes during the days of fertility, then goes to sleep because it has been inspired to be a sign of beauty.
A gift given to others brings joys, laughter and jobs, gardens are for those who have too much time.
Maintaining and watering each and every day, soon comes the time where relaxing takes away the real reason why we are here, this is all nothing but a big delusion we live in.
As perfect as it is, it should not be a sign to cash in on the fruits of our labour during our time, it is nothing more than a reflection of something created with the best of intention.
They turn their head to the position of the sun because it is food for them, what about us?
Food for us is grown right from the earth, best of both worlds without the minerals of h2o would it even grow?
Blessed is the drink, little do we have, that we cannot even share it with those who do not. If it was sunken into to the earth, who could bring it out?
Not one human can replicate the features and attributes in full, of a real flower.