“She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.”

Art is mostly a long stroll in the wilderness of one’s own heart.

To see her smile is to look at all the flowers of the world blossoming at once.

You already have yourself and that is pretty much all that you need in life.

Just admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.

It’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.

Home is you, me and, the road with books for life.

Love looks good on you never let them make you feel otherwise.

Just look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.

In this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.

If I were to die and become the star I would just twinkle to see you all the time.

You remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.

A river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.

Speak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.

you are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.

Her smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.

We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister, Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them, away.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

Just like a flower, we blossom and transform with the proper sunlight, a balanced amount of water, enough fresh air and when we are firmly planted in the ground.

The light from the heart shines ever so brightly like a beautiful flower opening up to the world.

Life is like a dream that comes and goes like the flower that blooms and then withers away with time.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.