Show me a flower that cries
and you'll soon see they are more wise
than to relentlessly regret
the fearful thoughts
thus sadly kept.

Even if they sit in a funeral,
they light up the room,
they flower, they bloom.

Flowers teach me how to be,
how to look above
with eyes that see
the sun that glows
the clouds that whisper
a majestic hope
even if its clouded,
for it whispers
that light and love
is up and coming,
be patient
and you'll see it
if you stop from running.

Lovers lean against a rose bud tree
in the misty day while drops of rain
fall their way.

Flowers open up a scent of heaven
that lights our heart
as we embrace them.

Flowers teach us how to be light,
how to be airy,
how to spark.

Flowers are teachers
if we are willing to embrace
the grandest of wisdom
in a whimsical face.

Face of rose buds,
you magically see
all the dimensions
that sometimes we fail to see.

You teach me presence,
you teach me to let go
as I see the dead leaves
leaving your show.

You let go so gracefully,
you allow it to be,
and you renew
as the old ones
go back to earth and flee.

You teach me a lesson
dear flowers of love,
let go of what doesn't serve me
and come back to the dimension
of hope, and love,
and sweetness that we are made of.

In the end it's all a lesson,
can we come back home?
can we come back to what we trust?
can we come back to where we belong?
can we come back to the light of sweetness
that melts our hearts and shine our paths?
can we look at one another with forgiveness
because they are all going thru the same path?

We are evolving slowly
or we are evolving fast,
we are finding our center,
in the midst of the hurricane mash.

We are looking at profoundness
for the solutions in our daily corner,
and each time with practice-
our practice becomes stronger.

Our life becomes more bolder,
more happy, more light, more free,
if we can be like flowers,
that's when we can really be.