Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and i...
It is spring, let us dance and dream with flowers. Let us sing and enjoy the trees.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the depth of our Lord and His broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Pau...
And we will lie down on the ground and have conversations with the grasses and the flowers.
Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers
Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Frien...
If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I'd love to see
In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.
Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting hummingbirds and sapphire dragonflies. The sun-w...
Tulips were a tray of jewels.
In the village, a sage should go about Like a bee, which, not harmingFlower, colour or scent, Flies off with the nectar.
In God's garden even the weeds are beautiful.
Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.
... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelio...
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.