In the backyard, do not have many plants
The wand bends down
leaving the flower fallen there
It is where, by miracle, birds come
carrying its perfume away and the sweet nectar
Close to the ground, the petals disappear, lying around like stars shining into bushes
and this place is keeping a corona
the nest of seeds that are pushed forward by wind
They go dancing in the air, looking for heaven
which is silence
they rise above the house's roof for beyond walls for other terrains
And in an instant, they falling
with the hope of germinating
Sometimes, a number of new roses emerge
I think that they seem to wait for the ready moment, following the season to come to flourish
It is a technical application from an organic being that knows
that a spirit's lonesome overcomes any sadness to blossom
The garden is integrated with the joy of living.
