Whisper

On the cool green grass I sat, gazing at the
rose petal that lay in my lap. I watched as
a flickering butterfly struggled to land on
this pale pink perfectly shaped petal.
That's when I heard it, for the first time,
the whisper!

At first I thought it was the wind rustling in
the breeze, but no, the day was still.
So still and hot, morning light wavering
and blurring the air.
the whisper!

Soft like the head of a newborn babe.
It stroked me with it's breath. I struggled
to hear...what was it that I faintly heard?
It was so elusive...so faint...so close..
What was it that I felt?
And then I knew.
It was joy, pure simple joy.
Carried on the breath, in the heart.
the whisper.
Joy
It was the purest message of all,
of simple things and the sheer joy of
being alive. Here and now.
I finally heard it and felt it.
The whisper.....
Camomile
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The joy of life

Thank you Helena

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