Pointless Flowers

Are beautiful aren’t they….but not very useful

Unless we remember the bees

Sometimes flowers don’t make sense

What do they give us, when survival matters

No food, nor sustinence

Just colour

Just joy

Just beauty

Just the moment

To watch, and slow down

Look at the flowers, say the mystics

Look at just one, every day and watch it change

Watch it and watch you change too

No two moments ever the same, ever again

Look at the flowers

Look

Be awakened

By how it reflects on you

On me

For what it is, beauty, colour, unique and true

Sacredness in the beauty

Butterflies and bees, dancing to their tune

A human heart open to receive

A gift

Affecting senses and taking us to a higher place

Look at the flower, and let it look at you

Unpragmatic beauty

Colour more deep than any screen, scent more radiant than any perfume, touch more delicate than any material

Look at the flower

Connect with the flower

Be at peace as the flower