It’s so cold. It’s so very cold. I can’t see. I am blind. Where did the colours go? What force took my vision? I can’t see you any more. I can’t see your face. I can’t hear your voice. I can’t feel your tender touch, telling me it’s okay. __ __ __ Where did you go, love? Did I do something wrong? I can’t live with myself if I did something wrong. My mother told me, “Wherever there is the light, the flowers will find it” She said, “They will find that light, no matter where they must venture to find it. For if they do not find the light, they die.” Where did my light go? My love, Where did you go. Please my love. You are my light. I will wither and die without my light. Without you. __ __ __ Please my love, Come out. I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. I love you so much.

Wherever there is the light, The flowers will find it

The roots binding through wet soil, stuck yet ever growing The leaves ache to be touched by the joyous rays of the sun "Tomorrow...” the flower pleads to the dreary sky, drooping leaves begging to be shone an ounce of kindness

Up comes the sun along with the brightest flower you have ever laid eyes on, Your feet are not rooted in that soil as you take in the beauty of the budding flower.

Wherever there is the light, The flowers will find it

Wherever there is the light, the flowers will find it No matter how dim or how bright, they will emit In the depths of caves, or in the land of grass They will sprout out of their graves, to breathe at last They stretch and reach their stems so tall, in search of light they heed to call. And though the night may come and fall, the flowers wait, they stand through all

Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it.

Whatever that means. The only light I've ever known is the fluorescent lights that line the ceiling of our assigned shuttle.

The only flowers I've seen are those painted in one of the many murals that line the hallways or live in textbooks.

I know that flowers need light to grow, I've read that in my textbooks and studied photosynthesis in class. Our class even visited the agriculture shuttle to see the plants that we grow for our entire community. They've got it down to a science, everything grown in a perfect grid.

Nothing at all like the wild, overgrown scenes displayed here. Flowers of all shapes and sizes grow in haphazardly about. Bright pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows dot the wall.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Miriam pads slowly down the the hallway toward me. Her cane follows her every other step. Wrinkles frame her lips in a ever-present smile.

""Do you remember seeing them? On Earth?" I ask. Miriam is the last patron on our shuttle to have stood on solid ground. On the planet our species once called home.

"I do. You wouldn't believe how decadent they smelled." She got a dreamy look in her eyes, "I painted this mural, you know." She beamed proudly at the wall.

"You did?" I'm in disbelief that this frail old woman designed and painted this masterpiece that spread down the hallway one hundred feet in either direction. "It must have taken you ages!"

"12 years to be exact." She responded with a grin. "But it was worth it. To preserve the beautiful planet we once knew. Before it was destroyed by the same species that cherished it so."

Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it. They don’t beg or flounder. They bask in it’s warmth. The power of those rays bring solace and calm. They know nothing of our struggles We walk in the dark Be More Like The Flowers.

Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it. Perhaps there is a lesson to be learned from the flowers. It has been several dark weeks in a row here and that makes it hard to see the light. It takes effort not to let the darkness outside dim the light inside. If flowers are able to find the light, then I believe we as humans can do the same. I might not see the light, I might not feel the light, but I know it’s out there. I will be like a flower and find it. No matter how dark it is now, it will be light again one day.

_ Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it. Their petals, delicate and colorful, stretch toward the sun in a graceful dance of survival. Even when shadows loom and clouds gather thick overhead, the flowers wait patiently, confident the light will return. Hope rooted deep in their soil, they whisper to each other promises of brighter days. In the same fashion, wherever there is love, the people will find it. They instinctively reach toward it, drawn by its warmth and comfort. Their hearts, like petals, open wide, eager to bask in the glow of affection and connection. Even when life casts its shadows and storms rage, the people hold onto hope, believing that love will reappear. They whisper their dreams and fears, woven with trust and understanding. Love, much like the sunlight, illuminates even the darkest corners, giving color and life to the mundane. Just like with flowers, warmth will make people beautiful, and the absence of such will make them wither._

Wherever there is the light, The flowers will find it.

Wherever flowers bloom, Bees will delight on the rich nectar within.

Wherever thick trunks stand tall, Rich mosses will spread across their roots.

Wherever leaves form piles of reds, orange and yellow, Networks of fungi will spring up.

Wherever there is you, There is me.

The rats sense danger, The go the other direction. Wherever there is light, The flowers will find it. The baby is born, It knows its mama. The birds eat the worm, They vomit it into the babies mouths. This is natures course.

Hope is a strange thing

One moment life is no better than death and the dark, no different than the light but as we struggle to take our last breath we see a glimpse of hope in our sight

Death is a strange thing

If we say we do not love than we are dead to our heart but if we die and rise to heaven above our death is now worlds apart

Love is a strange thing

We can hate with all our might But still love in secret For wherever there is light the flowers will find it

Life is a strange thing

We value it above all we own yet we’ll throw it away for love Our life will always continue to grow but when it ends, we’ll start a new one above