how fresh o lord is your morbid flower
that plays with spring as in a dream
and returns in so many other colors
only to redeem the world with fragrance?
how strange is the land of evening
beauty so strange to reincarnate flowers
to which all grief melts away
in a garden of lush belonging
that says: “this too can happen on the earth”
like snow in may and blooms in december
i should suggest we learn a bit from flowers
how to act, to smile when the sun comes out
and to rejoice simply by the effort it takes
to say hello, to another down the road
these are thy wonders here, the pleasures
which run fast in paradise, for petals
and the dew, for flowers can wither fine
there will be another, after this shower.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 