many people cross our path each day,
what a wonderful and glorious sight;
when we watch others wings take flight.
Viewing the world in a flowery hue,
smelling each bloom for a moment or two,
people whose only wish in life as such;
to brighten the lives of others they touch.
They never stop long enough to ascertain,
what the flowery heart might contain,
attracted by all of the earth's colors;
but, perhaps drawn by the sensual odors.
As I watch all the people in wonder
their purpose in this life I often ponder,
but, like all the people the world has known;
each of us has a purpose all our own.
Ariauna Bopp