Scent

But behind the flower is that other flower which is ageless, the idea of the flower, the one we smell when we imagine it, that as often as it is picked blossoms again, that has the perfection of all flowers, the purity without the fragility. Was it a part of the plan for humanity to have flowers about it ? They are many and beautiful, with faces that are a reminder of those of our own children, though they come painlessly from the bulb's womb. We trouble them as we go by, so they hang their heads at our unreal progress. If flowers had minds, would they not think they were the colour eternity is, a window that gives on a still view the hurrying people must come to and stare at and pass by.