The Inky Blue

If flowers could talk, be they sorrow, be they sweet.

If flowers could talk, I hope they tell you the secret, sacred tales of how every plant came to be.

I hope they share with you their pride when someone approaches, admires them then professes their love.

I hope they share with you their joy when they turn a frown into a smile, a stranger into a pal.

I hope you make them feel safe enough to open up about that time when they’re rudely cut off just because they’re not the prettiest flowers to exist.

I hope they take you on a wild adventure across city landscapes towards the primeval green.

I hope they treat you kindly as their guest. I hope they share with you how to carry softness in your heart and let it become your greatest strength.