When all your desires are distilled
You will cast just two votes:
To love more,
And be happy.
This is the reason they are affectionately called "Flags." They just unfurl, and wave, personify glory.
All of my guest Irises live at Pam and Steve's wild and gorgeous garden. The sun slid behind the forested hill, creating the most impressive light. The Iris charmed color to remain long past sunset.
I fully understand how a bee could remember its way back here.
The moon came to me last night
With a sweet question.
"The sun has been my faithful lover
for millions of years.
Whenever I offer my body to him
Brilliant light pours from his heart.
Thousands then notice my happiness
And delight in pointing
Toward my beauty.
Is it true that our destiny
Is to turn into Light
And I replied,
Now that your love is maturing,
We need to sit together
Close like this more often
So I might instruct you
How to become
Yes, I do