Look after

At first, their is a little bud,
It grows, day by day,
And than we can see
The colour of the blossom;
At the moment, we can see
The perfect flower
We know, that her nice time
Will change
This plant can surprise
About her staying power
Although it is, maybe, small
And delicate
The meaning of the being
Of a little flower is to please
 
The end of a plant was,
Long time ago,
The guarantee that many
Pollen, seeds, found their way
Into this world
 
Today we have no
Guarantee of anything:
Not of health
Not of freedom
Not of peace and
Not of love
 
If we want to enjoy about that all,
We must look after the
First seed, to can get all this
 
sleep well, gratefulness
Is.

If you want to know something about someone, listen to your heart.

Thank you, Isabella!
 
You image the lifecyle in nature so well.
A plant has to produce seed for new life to spring forth. Leaves grow, flowers appear and show their full beauty, they decline, new seeds are formed and the cycle starts over. It happens all so quietly. Seeds are abundant but not all fall into nourishing ground.
 
This makes me reflect on how it is for us.
Human beings need to be tended to develope and thrive. Our lives are meant to bear fruit and produce seed in turn. We can plant seeds of love, peace, freedom. Some we may see grow, others might do so unknown to us, and some may be barren. There is no guarantee of success, but the important thing is that we care enough to plant!
 
May all the seeds of love you have sown grow!
 
Much love,
Edda
 
 

Peace and joy!

Dear Isabella,
From what you have posted about Sylvia, I am sure this part of your poem is completely true--
The end of a plant was,
Long time ago,
The guarantee that many
Pollen, seeds, found their way
Into this world
Because Sylvia was a very special, very kind and caring person from what you have said,  I have no doubt that the gifted "pollen and seeds" of her life have spread far and wide like a stone dropped into the sea whose ripples continue outward forever. The same is with Sylvia.  All the good and kind things she did while she was here will never die but will continue to ripple out to others forever.
 

Yesterday is gone forever.Tomorrow may not come. Live Fully each moment today. Look for Good Things that Happen to you Every Day.

There is no guarantee of success, but the important thing is that we care enough to plant! May all the seeds of love you have sown grow!

 
Thank you Edda!
 
and thank you too Isabella for your beautiful words.
 
with Love,
Jude

Love is the only way

Dear Isabella . . .
Your beautiful poem
made me think of these words
from 'A New Earth..."
". . . as the consciousness of human beings developed, flowers were most likely the first thing they came to value that had no utilitarian purpose for them, that is to say, was not linked to survival. They provided inspiriation to countless artists, poets, and mystics. Jesus tells us to contemplate the flowers and learn from them how to live."
Eckhart Tolle
 
   ♥

everything counts... ♥

A famous Persian poet wrote about... "buying violets to feed your soul".

your poem is beautiful.  i know the pollen and seeds will spread well.  thanks for sharing with us.