If you love a Flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a Flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.
everything has a purpose to be here, so does the flower. what if it’s entire existence is to be adored by someone. why should one feel sorry after its gone than bring it along with the pot to give it a better life, if one really think he can. and that’s where the real life starts.
Great photo and real words.
Appreciate the short poem. Very nice. Not often you think about flowers like that.
Yes, I agree but the ‘Flower’ in this poem it’s a figure of speech…
Regads,
plants pray too, who are we to take them off life ?
everything has a purpose to be here, so does the flower. what if it’s entire existence is to be adored by someone. why should one feel sorry after its gone than bring it along with the pot to give it a better life, if one really think he can. and that’s where the real life starts.