The+Wonderment+of+a+Flower

The wonderment of a flower…

You look out in the field and see them all. You shout “Look! Aren’t they so nice!” And you dance about and have a ball, as your hands take sacrifice to themselves. And as you naively dance, you happen by chance to avert your gaze, and through the haze, you see one flower…

In awe, the hands that took give up their prize as you look upon beauty. It has taken the shape of a rose, so bright. It’s petals and layers asphyxiating in simplicity. Such strong roots and such a vibrant red.

But as you look at it in a different light, the stem is not sturdy but possessing elasticity. “WARNING! Dangerous edge!” the thorns have said.

But you digest these thoughts. And thinking has brought a taste for uniqueness, a thirst for ambitiousness.

So your hands, with a gentleness unseen, caress its love, with a passion, serene and kissed with innocence. And I know my love, in this hour.