Clarity of Flower
The world outside so drab and drear ran through my thoughts today with nothing good at all to see nor nothing good to say in tiddly taunts of quivering that bring men to their knees when they lay hold to firm themselves in what the world believes "Get off your butt and go outside find something to do," said the memory of a flower that I once spoke to "The trials of life are no more busy than a flower here which weathers seasons bright and glum blooming without care." "But this is wrong and so is that," I fretted on and on "Blah, blah, blah and yeah, yeah, yeah," the flower said with yawn "And that tree standing in the grass is much bigger than me yet gives me comfort from the sun and blocks the winds stout breeze. So I may keep my leaf and pistol safely here instead to make sure that the tiny bees are well kept and well fed." "Have you no care for me today," I asked the blooming flower "I put you here to tend to you so we...