my flower

To my flower

Dear flower of mine it's me,  the child from a different universe you see, you know.

I know that you do, that's why I wanna ask you some things if you don't mind me to?

Why are people so lost in this world? Why have we forgotten what it means to be? You.

Being an understanding presence of love, how come we forgotten how to be, humans you see.

You see, it sounds so simple yet it's not, how has humanity come to this spot? Spot,

of no turning back, a life of neverending chase of a... Lack of meaning, you see that nothing

anymore means what it used to mean, it's "like" we have just placed a "seen" on everything that

has ever meant, to mean. My flower, my dear little friend you ask of nothing but give

your beautiful presence again, and in return... Your petals reach eternity garden... It's my turn.

To tell you how much I love the way you exist, do I have to tell you twice...That

you make this world a better place, left to us by Christ. What do you think my dear little friend,

when is the battle between good and evil gonna end? Or is it? I'll ask you again, you're wiser

than me so let us not pretend. You say so much without saying a word, I would defend you

against a dragon, with my little wooden sword. When I look at you I'm childlike forever, you

give me hope that life lasts forever...Indeed, in circles into eternity... Is where ill place your seed

to be forever the friend that I need.  The tranquility of yours is what I seek to learn, what I seek to be

we are not so different in the end, you see? We seek the same, the sky, the life, and our

Creator as his given right. You always point to the place of eternal being, to the place from which

ill remember earth as a spot where a little flower grew, which showed me eternity and away

through. My flower I sometimes wonder will I see you ever after I finally go off, into wonder?

I look at you and I can hear what you say, like in the book that has it written, which we use to

pray. You grow wherever there is love, life is destined to be, if there is someone to plant it...Like a

the gardener from above. Love transcends the earth and the sky and is a witness that what is

planted with love, must grow and rise above. Death is a sting, you gonna be with me when my

heart rings a final ring, 'll see. And ill sing cause I know that through the flower of yours my Lord calls

me to the garden, and opens his doors. To the heaven and the kingdom above, and if I ever come

to the house of Lord, I won't forget to ask him about a flower that reminded me...Of his creation and love,

I'll ask him to see that you are in his garden above, forever to be.