.
All it takes, really
Is a little bud,
A flower sketch
Not yet definite…
Not yet bloomed.
To inspire hope
Especially on a
Rainy day,
Flaunting drops
Hanging on its
Newborn pastel petals…
Staring, I wonder
If I can trust
Its intimate beauty?
But than again,
Would it trust me
Not to cut its stem
To bring it home to throne
In a kitchen table vase?
Weird, weird feeling
How dare you
Doubt me, natural beauty?
I can enjoy
Your looks without
Wanting to kill thee….
Cyranny's Cove 
Profound and incisive. We should leave Nature to work it’s own wonders.
And puts a whole different perspective on 1960s Flower Power.
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So glad this spoke to you 🙂 I totally agree, Nature is much more wonderful when just observed in its habitat. I don’t know why we keep trying to bring it inside, where it is doomed to die unless we have an incredibly green thumb.
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Agreed.
We indulge in the occasional indoor plant and do the best we can.
As for our garden, it’s won the ‘You leave us alone. We know what we are doing’ argument. Leaving us to debate whether ‘that’ is a weed or not, because it has rather pretty flowers 🌻
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