To tribulations of mankind
Dame Nature is indifferent;
To human sorrow she is blind,
And deaf to human discontent.
Mid fear and fratricidal fray,
Mid woe and tyranny of toil,
She goes her unregarding way
Of sky and sun and soil.

In leaf and blade, in bud and bloom
Exultantly her gladness glows,
And careless of Man's dreary doom
Around the palm she wreathes the rose;
Creating beauty everywhere,
With happy bird in holy song . . .
Please God, let us be unaware
Like her of wrath and wrong.

Let us too be indifferent,
And in her hands our fate resign;
Aye, though the world with rage is rent
Let us be placid as the pine.
For if we turn from greed and guile
Maybe Dame Nature will relent,
And bless us with her lovely smile
Of comfort and content.

by: Robert W

A flower can return us to paradise
and put our connection to an endless end.‎
A flower can create us anew
and refresh our joyful missing memories.‎
And no differ whether a wild or a hot-house one ‎
Only a flower…‎

Only a flower?‎
Alas, what did we do??‎
We wrongdoer creatures destroyed and burnt ‎
One hundred and twenty four thousands
‎ gardens of real flowers.‎
And consequently, we, loathsome nasty sinners
were sentenced to wash our faces ‎
‎ in a cesspool of cruelty each morning,‎
breathe the putrefied air of discrimination till evening,‎
and go to bed with nightmares and devilish sex dreams.‎

Such a filthy place is our reward ‎
and the next hell is worse than this, if‎
there weren't any flower to return us to lovesickness.‎

Oh, my hidden flower
‎ all of the windows are waiting ‎
‎ for your reviving fragrance.