“Flower” by Amos Lee
“my heart is a flower,
that blooms every hour,
i believe in the power,
today i went to eight places around buffalo that are social justice oriented and trying to restore the community, through co-ops, education and awareness. [wonderful places.]
for lunch we went to my friend’s house. when we left, her mom gave each of us a gift from the garden.
everyday i see daffodils. they’re nice, but nothing special[—or so i thought]. however, this daffodil, for some reason, struck me.
since its reception, it’s left me in awe. i’m amazed at it’s beauty. it’s so simple, yet so complex. i’ve been staring at it since i got it.
i love it.
i think it’s a sign that i need to slow down and take the time to enjoy life and the simple things it has to offer. i spend my days working on this, reading or writing that, running here, or hurrying there for a meeting; it’s a constant state of on-the-go.
everyday i pass nature’s offerings; i take them for granted. i cannot keep living this way. one thing my papa said after he was diagnosed, was that he never took the time to really notice things and appreciate them.
when he would be in the car, on the way to the doctor’s, he would stare at the beautifully pristine blue sky with pure white majestic clouds, remarking how beautiful they were and how he never truly paid them any attention.
i will always remember that. and i think while i do remember, it takes a backseat to the “worry, worry, worry” and rush, rush, rush” mindset that has become all to familiar to me.
i think this beautiful yellow daffodil was a reminder sent from him, to tell me to slow down and enjoy nature’s beauty, because life’s passing me by.
what happened to the drive of the 60s? the motivation? the passion?