Think of me as a flower

When walking down the side walk on a bright spring's day, when you feel the tail wind on your arms as you gesture out a plane in gusto, you see- no, you glance at a field of newly blossomed flowers in a 3-by-3 patch of green grass that has not yet been cut. You see a red one, a purple one and a yellow one that fades into white as you radially trace it inwards. It's a beautiful sight at a glance, but that is all that it is. You are on your way to somewhere or to someone of higher priority. I will be optimistic for once, you are out of time, at all times. It is not that you are opposed to the idea of sitting and observing the flowers of this season, rather you would do it in a heartbeat if God gave you a month's worth of time in allocation for this apparently futile endeavor. But that is not our world works now is it? You are on a treadmill marching towards a destination in sight or towards an idea of a destination. You will see many things on your way, but you- kind reader, have a motive in mind, you have an agenda that you have to meet, not flowers. Flowers are beautiful as long as they are transient, the fact that you may not see one like the one you are glancing at now is what adds to its beauty, the fact that you can only stare at it at best, you can not go close to it, you must not touch it and you are bound to damnation if you were to pluck it out.

And so, once again you find a field of flowers, this one is different from the last one, you may carry a memoir, a journal documenting what you have seen so far, and that very act is what would make a thing as insignificant as a glance a thing of immeasurable value, and in one way you would be reciprocating for the radiance you were exposed to on your short detour from your walk with a record which- would hopefully outlast this 2 week long spring, something that those flowers might not see the end of.

Think of me as you would when you see a flower as I think of you in the same way.