Stories Of Flowers Poem by Seshat Nibada

Flowers-Well-for everybody
I can share the suffering
Half a transport of trouble away

I’ve experienced everything
With which flowers humble men
I’ve found the fountain

Of the last Daises, first Orchids
Which upon the hillside of Time
Shall remain, for others to find them

Flowers with too much beauty
To every keep for long
With aesthetics superior to mine

Design more holy, in simplicity
I cannot tell the butterflies where to go
But I know Nature hath her algorithms

And that, there is a plan for me too
I shall let the common ecstasies
Define me, as I have understood

The journey traverses me through bliss
In landscapes human, natural and divine
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