A Flower Opens...
When a flower opens, many things come into bloom… But many more things, must happen first. First a kiss by the sun, which allows it’s eyes to reopen… Then a simple caress, by a gentle breeze upon it’s ear… Like fingers caressing it’s skin, softly ruffling it’s hair… The breeze can be warm, or cool… And it can be placed, anywhere along it’s body… As it opens, its nectar flows freely, pooling where petals come back together… Sometimes this nectar can be sweet, or just a little sour… It all depends on what it wishes to attract… No two flowers wear the same fragrance, for different flowers, attract different things… But flowers have the same purpose, to attract something they always attract… The petals soft as silk, all have a purpose… To attract something it must, in order to set seed… © Jonathan Wikkins December 6th, 2001 Revised February 24, 2008 All Rights Reserved Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 04:52 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff nature • love • adult
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