Fresh, subtle scent elopes like spring fever and young buds.... a sea of turtles running to freedom for endless years- a family of mice playing lazy games.... the cat's away.
Blue-violet flower blooms like sky surrounding sunset waiting for night and oncoming dawn when depth of life is born.... the brightness of morn in birds' song and still throng of atmospheric wave.
Flower lives on and long through season with multi-purpose output cosmetic function and therapeutic healing.
Florets fall as autumn spins it way and stands face-to-face to rule the day. Old matter dies to rest and slumber awaiting light expanse from inner depth.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers