As I am having my coffee this morning,

 

I remembered a lovely conversation I had yesterday with a dear friend, who shares a lot with me in this realm and beyond and so an urge overtakes me from a word, a symbol, she made me notice, and I write;

Message from a Rose

In the dark cold night,
I can feel the warmth,
Wrapped by the moonlight, covering my every being,
Shining its beauty upon me and reflecting my love of existing,

In the morning breeze,
I feel the joy of freedom,
The freedom to share my beauty, to thrill your senses, to inspire your passion,
As the sparkling morning dew on my skin, twinkle in the sun, like diamond droplets,
I am visited by a butterfly who knows, what it’s like,
To live in the colors, to bathe in the sun, to spread your wings, to live in the moment,

In the garden of life I exist,
I will only make sense, to those who are in touch with their truth,
I will only reflect beauty, to those who can admire and appreciate my splendor,
I will fill your life with magical scents, that you will be able to smell me long after I am gone,

And remember my message.