who is she?


she knows her place in space and time...one sole purpose...to be what she is
a budding and flowering of beauty, in abundance.
a natural richness of colour tainting petals of various shape.
a scent, when in harmony with others, heady, inviting
and then...should one close ones eyes, so distinct and unique in her individuality.
she knows to rest the eyes...she knows to be musical in her silence...
she knows to fill the soul with fragrance.
she does not shout and demand attention.
yet, lays on display, exhibiting herself...welcoming of an interlude of the most personal sort.
the serenity of stillness, misleading at first glance,
for, on closer inspection, in her richness of being...alive with slight movements
of the insect sort, birdies flitting in and out...hiding...peeking...spying...
twittering their secrets, messages shared
of the abundance of food and water somewhere else.
she is a passing indulgence
but...
she is home too.
she is...FLORA.

RB.





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