The Flower

Is nature simply a reflection of the thoughts in our mind? Then how is it possible that two people look at the same object and yet come up with views so differently? Something that I tried to translate when watching a blooming flower

From the barren land
Will rise a Kingdom
Where this story shall be told.

A small fortress of green
Shall sprout from nowhere
Holding a spirit divine.

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An Ode To The Unsung

What is true beauty? The one shown outward, or the one that comes from within?

I was walking by the side
Of a lovely pond
On a delightful spring day,
When I noticed a flower blooming.

I decided to wait and watch
As the petals showed me,
The unseen beauty; a treasure trove,
A pleasure well hidden!

I must admit that I was lost
Forever under nature’s power
A force so overwhelming on my solitude;
A bliss unknown – unfolded to me!

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