The flower spoke as I stalked by
“take time, look up, enjoy the sky”
I found myself within the clouds
And again the flower spoke aloud
“dance despite song, dance without why”
I floated amongst the cloud-filled sky
It spoke now thrice and the words echo still
“time can not wilt love, love can not be willed”
When I left that spot, where spoken flower bloomed
A much wiser being was I




-j.g. smith (03/14/07)