I went to a training today and they had an exercise for us to complete where we had an option of flowers, we were to pick one and draw it. I draw with words, this is what came out of it.
Prickly pretty greenie thing, do I cook with you? or add you to oils to heal some things?
what are your properties, what treasures do you hold? You smell so good, you have to hold a story that has yet to be told.
You are not too tall, not too wide. Once a seed now a flower with other flowers growing side by side
you grew....who knew.. one day you would be snatched up out of the ground. In a vase, in a room beautiful being passed around.
Turning my great morning with a bad mood all the way around with a temporary moment of cheer, giving me something interesting to focus on, I'm grateful to have you hear.
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