Travellers in Bloom

I was a child when I first saw flowers fly, saw the Bluebirds bloom in the wind.o I asked my mother why they had to go, and why they had to be so beautiful. She glowed about the face in her special contemplation, and said, "My child, sweet in the green of your golden Spring...we are all travellers in this place, come from the country of blossoming eternal.. We come here for a purpose, or for no purpose at all, like when we walk through the garden at dawn and sing poems to our friends, the plants. And just like that, we spin and spin and dance like that throughout the garden, and then, we take a bow, and float away as a cloud—isn't that nice? And since that day, I've become, some days, simply been on others. I've spun the globe in our pretty tango and savored every blossom and bloom from Spring to September. I've clapped at the conclusion of many a dance in December, seen them fly, and I know, for fiction and fact, that my mother told it right. Sometimes, I think I can hear her flying, and I smile…