In a flash of emerald blueness the flower swings out,
each of your days is written on the petals
as it is connected to the roots by an umbilical cord
and in a single moment its centre turns red.

When you love someone more than yourself,
your flower floats like a star in the sky.
Free on the waves, it floats in a haze of mist,
escaping the tsunami with the wind at its back in a single breath.
The last petal is just being written,
the heart trembles for a love so strong,
the misty haze is slowly fading,
it was a moment in time, that like a grain of sand it fell
and another flower emerges …
A smile on the face and lips whispering Je t’aime …
Life is a flower.