THE REAL BEAUTY OF THE FLOWERS
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From the high of the mountain the beauty of the flowers you can see, especially in the mornings when the son come out, allowing the birds to sing ...
The up and down of the valley covered with the violets and daisies’ Confusing the butterflies with the bees that flying to spread the honey passing through the bridge, were the water is running and fishes are swimming or deer’s drinking the crystal clear water of the source in early spring ….
And from all the mornings in the garden the beauty of this flower my inspiration call the color, perfume and the peaceful toughs that inspire me, it wasn’t the type or size of the flower , but it was the different look since all the others were look alike and competing in shapes, or size, but not this one….not at all…..
I decide to take it out of my garden and plant it on a flowerpot, inside of my kitchen where I will see its beauty every morning …just for me…
But the time pass and the flower wilt , so I decide to change it on a spot were the sun light make it alive ,I add some water and it rich the greenish of its leaves , I take it out and the caress of the wind warms its roots, and again it turn alive as any other plant around that is raise on the fields…..
The up and down of the valley covered with the violets and daisies’ Confusing the butterflies with the bees that flying to spread the honey passing through the bridge, were the water is running and fishes are swimming or deer’s drinking the crystal clear water of the source in early spring ….
And from all the mornings in the garden the beauty of this flower my inspiration call the color, perfume and the peaceful toughs that inspire me, it wasn’t the type or size of the flower , but it was the different look since all the others were look alike and competing in shapes, or size, but not this one….not at all…..
I decide to take it out of my garden and plant it on a flowerpot, inside of my kitchen where I will see its beauty every morning …just for me…
But the time pass and the flower wilt , so I decide to change it on a spot were the sun light make it alive ,I add some water and it rich the greenish of its leaves , I take it out and the caress of the wind warms its roots, and again it turn alive as any other plant around that is raise on the fields…..
Finally I decide to take it out back to the garden , were the power of nature make the beauty of the flowers unique .Since than I come out to see the progress of the others every morning, or I look through my window at night to see it , but , it was this night when the moons' shine over this flower, I was a surprise because it give me the impression that the moon was whispering to the flower , but immediately the magic disappear when my presence was notices and the moon when back to the sky and the flower to its garden to teach the rest about the shine on the sky that gives special bright to make the flowers different from the others.
I now knew , how selfish I was trying to keep it just for me when I separate the flower from the others because the air, the sun shine and the sweet songs of the moon make a miracle in my garden giving this special touch that only come from the high of the sky that resplendent over my garden and make the roots strong and not matter how wild the bad weather come , it only make my flowers dance the same song…
I wish the out side world turn like my garden , without the pollution that cover the sky and private us from the beautiful colors of the sunset . If you press attention you will observe the mix of colors when the sky come close to the ocean on the evening and the sun make the coral blue of the sea mix with orange sunlights a colorful tone that not even the most famous artist from ancient times brush it on their oil paints....
I now knew , how selfish I was trying to keep it just for me when I separate the flower from the others because the air, the sun shine and the sweet songs of the moon make a miracle in my garden giving this special touch that only come from the high of the sky that resplendent over my garden and make the roots strong and not matter how wild the bad weather come , it only make my flowers dance the same song…
I wish the out side world turn like my garden , without the pollution that cover the sky and private us from the beautiful colors of the sunset . If you press attention you will observe the mix of colors when the sky come close to the ocean on the evening and the sun make the coral blue of the sea mix with orange sunlights a colorful tone that not even the most famous artist from ancient times brush it on their oil paints....