Flower Wisdom
As she walks through the garden with ease,
watching the clouds float by that hang above the trees,
her head hangs high, while her eyes hang low.
Gassed, she basks in a gray cloud of sorrows.
Watering the grass with her tears down below.
Sinking deep on her knees, she sings a sweet soft melody…
“Someone once told me that the flowers were wise like the trees flowing in the wind dancing in the breeze. They grow next to the herbs in the garden.
Ganja
Roots
Fruits
Mango trees
Leaves
Weeds
and berries too.
