How wonderful must it feel to be a flower,
Toes tucked into the cool wet soil
Hands held out to catch the breeze,
Bright face basking in the warm sunlight.
Limber arms reaching up to embrace the day,
To invite the busy bumblebees to tea.
How ticklish your soft petals must be,
How funny their tiny feet must feel.
How sweet is the scent of flower’s nectar
To a honeybee, butterfly, or hummingbird.
What friendships must flourish among those
Who play together in the fields and forests.
What more fun could any creature have?
To drink delight each day from Daffodil, Daphne and Delphinium,
Greeting each with gentle touch and blissful kisses,
A festival of euphoric frolic from flower to fabulous flower.
Heaven spreads itself over the Earth in spring:
Flowers like praying saints, each insect and angel in flight.
One needs only walk along a garden path
To be transported back to paradise.
