The flowers’ souls lingers, open and passes on.
As they move, the fragrance of their essence wafts above the planes and settle within the inner reaches of the animal heart and soul, permeating all aspects without.
How alive are we with this flower soul blended with ours.
Kindly smell me and utilize my fragrance to drive out your woes.
Be mine forever holding my yet perfection within your heart.
The throes of life pervade the inner peace, smell only the flowers, and waiver not.
Beneath the fragrance lies a hope of perfect peace and solitary perfection.
Each bloom, each petal inspires such praise and commands us to better days.
Our love for flowers grows and deepens over time such as our love grows.
Composed by H.Z.: A Soul Impacted Impression received in Meditation