friendly flowers
flowers never cease to make me happy.
seeing them flourishing in a garden bed,
growing taller and vrighter with each passing day.
seeing them creadled in the crook of a young man's arm,
as he thoughtfully carries them to his lover.
brightening the darkness of a grave, adding life where death resides.
accenting the pale face of a canvas, being captured in a still life painting.
sitting in a pot on the sill of a window, or resting in a vase
on the table, to whisper welcome to those who enter a humble home.
stretching through the cracks of concrete, struggling to hold onto life
despite wehre it was meant to grow.
nestled in a young girl's hair, making her feel as lovely as she already looks.
oh how a flower, one simple thing,
can have such an effect
on a human, one simple mind.
~r.f.