February 10, 2011

The Magic of Flowers

(Image taken from the Internet)

I like flowers. A wildflower or a princely rose, each of its kind can bring a smile to my face by its sight alone. The touch of soft delicate petals, the unique taste of petals of a flower like rose, or the beautiful fragrance of a flower in the air, the sight of a blooming flower in the morning, or drops of dew resting on flower petals and the sound of bumblebees hovering over the flowers – flowers have something to enthrall all the senses.
The unspoken language of flowers is beautiful. Its really not a surprise that Wordsworth wrote a poem on Daffodils:-
"I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils."
In ancient times flowers were used to send messages, and this was known as the Language of Flowers. A lot of flowers still mean the same to us.
No matter how small or common the flower, nothing beats the feeling of receiving one. Isn't it wonderful when its not Valentine’s Day and you still receive a rose. Or you are a teacher, and those little kids bring you a flower from their garden because you are their favourite teacher. Or you have a fight and you are down in the pits and your friend sends you a single flower.
One flower – a warm gooey feeling fills your heart and you smile once more!

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