“A flower blossoms for its own joy“….Oscar Wilde
I go for a walk to a small garden,
adjacent to my home
a strange calmness engulfs me
I look at the flowers, blooming in various shapes and hues,
and stare at the various shades of green,
watch the early birds getting the worms
then absent-mindedly sit on a bench while small kittens come and hide under
A flock of pigeons come and gather at the center
Squirrels climb up and down the branches
Elderly people come and do pranayam
I sit there, lost in my thoughts, thinking of a far off land.
I clicked this flower during my morning walk in a nearby garden. I loved the fresh raindrops on the newly bloomed flower and couldn’t resist clicking it. Now, Linking this to Wordless Wednesday hosted by Esha and Natasha, two beautiful bong beauties.