And flowers.
And the mountains you never saw.
And the flowers never touched,
Never seen.
Nor heard of.
What do you see in a dream?
What would you want to?
The why’s in your head.
Is the question ever clear?
Or are you thinking what to think.
And then let the thinking part stay.
Just like that flower .
Dropping the question .
Dropping all why’s.
And just grateful.
For its existence.
Not only for the sake of beauty,
But for being the part of the same force.
That drives everything.
And you
And me.
Well,
What are you thinking now.
Gratitude?
Hugs?
All the moments where you could’ve dropped your why’s?
Or are you thinking about yourself.
Regrets have been said to be stronger than gratitude.
Time to change ?
Wouldn’t it be strange?
What would they say,
If they found me smiling to a flower.
Or whispering to a bee.
What are you thinking now.
How it has been?
Or how would it be. ☯️♾️