The Voice of Flowers...

All of creation holds an abundance of gorgeous gifts- an overflow of magical exuberance- none are foremost though some are special. And so it is with these givers of solace and joy, these rainbow-hued petaled jewels visited by butterflies - equally stunning. They are the glory of any garden an accompaniment of lovers, catalyst for poets, artists. Were they to speak would it be as the sound of Heavenly harps or the voice of angels, of some radiant, fairylike being? Would it be a tinkling of celestial music a likeness of violin and flute? I feel it would exceed any mortal orchestra any maestro's most pinnacled oeuvre. Lulling to our ears bearing us beyond even a beatific bliss.