Where else could one go for flowers?
Some place which has never once disappointed me.
Somewhere where there's always color.
somewhere where flowers can blooom.
No matter how small and inconspicuous one is
whether one likes lots of company
or one just like to be with a few congenial friends
whether it's raining
whether one is color purist or not
whether one is content with some subtle colors
or one likes a bit more complexity
whether one prefers to deck oneself out in layers
or one likes to stand out.
or is not bothered to do so
whether one prefers to be the color of gold
whether one likes to welcome others with open arms
or even one's legs
whether one likes to hang out with friends with damaged arms
or just hang down.
There, one finds all kinds of shapes
One may even grow a pouch, though one is not a kangaroo.
How nice it is to be able to stretch out for a bit, over an overcast sky
So long as one has honey to spare,
one can stand firm all alone
one can always stick together against bigger competition.
one can always choose to look useful.
One can make a strong statement
or hide under a leaf.
Leaves don't always have to look green
Others are quite happy to add spots to them
But some leaves prefer to be simple
Other leaves like size
Some seem undecided what they want to do
at least before they are fully grown.
Like flowers, they'll all eventually turn yellow, then brown.
or even red
But before they drop from the twigs, most leaves still prefer to keep their original color
But flowers like to be themselves.
Why not, if one can look this this?
one feels more confident that way
It's always best to be oneself
especially when there's some strange looking neighbors around.
or when one prefers unique shapes like this.