I have this unending endearment towards flowers. because every time I feel like a broken, tattered mess, I remember the flowers. that they always always always grow—in time.
the flowers cannot uproot themselves in search of what they think they need. they cannot make it rain, nor make the sun shine.
He
cares for the lilies.
and the sparrows.
and for us.
and if we uproot ourselves,
let our minds run ahead of our feet,
we will no longer be planted
just exactly where we need to be.
this is a song from me
to you
for me
and for you
for the flowers that take their roots
and go to searching for rain in deserts
for the flowers that try to grow before their time
I hope you enjoy,
JG
