The Omnipotence of Beauty

We photograph a flower
paint it, versify it, turn it to a piece of art,
to a poetry
to music to fower garden of
instruments and symphonies.

We learn about it.
We learn from it.
We sing it and serenade it
and live by it, by its beauty,
its paints, its scents and its splendour!

We dry it for the winters,
for the winters we draw it
in our books, in our hearts,
in our soul,
in the flower houses of our
remembrances.

This
is how contagious the disease of flowers are!
There is enough beauty stored in one stem of rose
to take over
and conquer
the entire world!