I put these beautiful flowers down on the the street to spread love.
Some were trampled,
some were plucked by those who craved love,
some withered with the waiting.
But some, my most precious ones, stayed just as beautiful.
In these times, people only grow flowers to keep them in vases on their window sills. They want those flowers to be admired only from a distance.
But there have never been more vulnerable flowers and hearts and they need the sunshine and open air.
They are your creations, dear, and you can grow an infinite number of flowers.
And when you do, place them, not in a vase, but in your garden for the world to admire.