In my garden I sit and watch the world floating by. It's like sitting in a boat gazing at the lazy sky. The sun with all her warmth and light gives to precious life. Unbiased all who gather at her hearth.
Long green stems catch the pesky wind that is the woe of every lady and every child's friend. My own pretty petals twist towards the sky as my leaves be symbols of exhalation to the giving sun on high.