Short Poem - The magic of wild flowers

The magic of wild flowers

Swaying silently on the edge of the forest, In a bunch of white cotton, It has no name, no address, Yet it remembers the world.

The sun shines, the dew falls, Yet it smiles in the silent house, The soul clinging to the green leaves, Says, love is my knowledge.

People come, seeing only the form, Who understands the form of the smell of the earth, The flower that does not bloom for the sake of a name, It loves helplessly in its heart.

Its petals are soft, like the mind, Its love, without reason.

It has no greed, no need, Yet it lives in the hour of life, a dependent farewell.

I stand beside it silently, A feeling sways in the touch of the wind, It seems that this is me myself, A wild lover, mixed with the side of the road.

If you stand by her side one day, you will see how love comes secretly, without saying or saying, without touching, as if a stream flows from heart to heart.

Those white flowers are like your smile, they float in the dew of the morning, as peace falls in your eyes, this flower captivates the heart in the same way.

Love does not mean demanding something big, a little care, a little affection, that's all.

He who understands silence, knows true love, whoever touches or does not touch, I will take her heart.

I see the light at the tip of the leaf, as if your face is good there, you are simple like this flower, my heart becomes bright just thinking about you.

No one may know your name, yet they do not accept you in my sky, you are in my every morning, as innocent as this wild flower.

As complex as human love is, the love of flowers is as silent as the same, there is no expectation, no division, just a daily breath filled with the joy of giving.

So I think, if humans could be flowers, then the world would be more original, and if flowers were human hearts, then love would be an ever-unspoiled stream of life.

This flower says I am small, yet full, love is the root of my existence.

So I write this on the pages of my mind, so that love does not get lost in the scent of the world, in the air, in the shadows.