Always Take Time…

I stop

And smell the roses

They are sweet after the rain, and I smile

I walk

And see the sunflowers

They look right at the sun without shades, and I laugh

I trip and fall on my face

And a tulip smacks me in the eye

I growl at it’s brazenness and then pluck it as revenge

I walk some more and turn around

I see the colors

I smell the aromas

I hear the breeze soughing through the flowers and I sigh…

Just before laying down in a field of Poppies to sleep like Dorothy.