Flowers hold me breathless. They enrapture me. They entrance me. They make me forget myself. The “I” in me is lost.
Roses, in different hues , standing above the little thorns present a magnificent picture.I become ecstatic while seeing them in their glorious forms.
The green plant with pricking thorns hold a rhapsody . The petals are soft and colorful .They look so dainty and fragile.I refrain from running my fingers over them, lest the silky feather-like flower shed its petals.
Roses remain fresh for a a day or little more than that.In their short life of not more than 24 hours they imply a sensation of sublimity.
Other flowers that appeal… The marigold in its bright yellow sleeves, Shoe flowers darning in various colors, with pale lines on the tender petals, give a sprightly greeting ,The larkspur, the gladioli with their slender stalks twinkle at me as I go near.
The lotuses in the ponds are a vivid glowing depiction of Nature’s skill.The white and pink flowers glide through the blue waters in the pond .They seem to sail so smoothly that even a soft breeze would sound untimely.
The sights I perceive all through the day drive me to become modest and humble. The lovely fragrance these flowers spread, the beauty they expose, leave me in a state of enhanced fear, apprehensive of Nature.Powered by Sidelines