Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'm in the garden but my hands are clean
and nature blows a breeze
my garden tools are still new, pristine
so why does this flower bend to me?

beautiful!

born to till.

thanks, doreen.

born to till... boom boom.
this flower I speak of... she ain't no hoe, in fact, in many ways at the moment, she's a blooming angel.

...she bends to the sun radiating from your soul like a butterfly touching home. she bends to your roots and your firmly gentle gardener hand. she bends the way the breeze moves her which is to you...

a butterfly is the most fragile beauty.

i touched a butterfly wing and it turned to fine powders
a breeze blew the powders across the dirt
the dirt didn't know what it held
and the powders grew sad, crying
the tears watered the powders down into the dirt
where a green stalk grew
from the green stalk, buds
and from the buds began the blooming of a beautiful butterfly flower
each flower flapped its wings in unison
each mirrory surface reflected the sun
and each tinted ray that bounced back drew an image of you in the air around my shadow.

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mirror-y...
we are
.

mirrors? did someone say
mirrors? - I just love mirrors & moons
& hamsters from Syria with little long teeth
like Wild Bill Hickock's Navy Colts -
they say they are going to slip the bolt
I tell them ya better don't
but if ya do
watch out the cats & bats &
weasels too - bennie2, I think
your flower's sayin' Hi to you!

oh man, that is soooo beautiful ......you make my heart smile.

I think you're right, mingo. she's just bending my way, saying hello, smell my petal heart.

thank you perdida. one more smiling heart in the world? check!