'Flowers', they speak LOVE.

'Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature'

My father went to the heavens.. and all tears,
all rituals, all pictures all memories, couldn't heal me.
Nothing brought him back to me .
A deep pain in the core of my heart was there..nothing could console me.

Dad was one of the gentlest loving souls you'd find on Earth.
He tried to pass a 'smile' to anyone and everyone who'd come his way,through talks,laughter ,songs or monetarily ...
He'd give a joke to make others smile.
Even on his saddest days, one could never find out easily if something was tormenting him.
Dad would sing songs sometimes very melodiously, or in some comic way...to bring smiles .
He would even borrow from others if required,to provide help.
After he was no more in this physical world ....
one day.....
.............while crossing the road,
I saw some potters by the roadside selling pots and some floral saplings.
A thought suddenly crossed my mind ,
if he'd be reborn it could only be as flowers...
.......
a flower which spreads purity, innocence, infinite beauty,colours and playfulness to the universe,...
speaking of LOVE to humanity.

Well that very day,I planted a variety of floral plants , Petunias, Peonies, Pansies....and many more ....
Each day I found his expression of LOVE in a flower or another.

His soul blossoms as flowers, filling me with the spirit of divine beauty and LOVE 

~ Smitazz