Live like a flower

Recurring rejuvenation on momma’s face
To watch me bloom in her dahlia
Dew drops hanging on me precariously
Meets a departure as sun hungs straight up
In the azure sky oozing me warmth
Butterflies reaching all over me
And I become cynosure of serendipity
Which metaphors could never express
My stem moving on the rhythm of zephyr
carrying me a benevolent touch of faith
and dreams flutters around as a fragrance
interpreting the rhapsody of
inexplicable boundaries between time, space and beauty

//Momma told me back in those halcyon days hopes breathed and miracles survived//

Flowers truly teach us bunch of lessons

Pleasure is always followed by pain (Thrones and delicate petals)
Be kind. The more you give it enriches your soul. (Butterflies and honey bees feeding on them and eventually let new ones to grow by pollination)
Real beauty never needs cover. You are loveliest when you be yourself.(The colours, texture and fragrance of every flower is different but they don’t tend to change them; that’s what makes them perfect)
Everything takes time trust the journey with hopefulness (The bright blooming flower was someday a seed in soil with time it let grew stems,buds and slowly a flower in your Tiara)
Death is inevitable. So live every second of your life happily and do something that you become a good example for other.(Flowers are never dead their essence is eternal in aura)