Once

Once, I walked among the flowers.
Once, the flowers spoke to me.
The stories they told me ring in my ears to this day.
They told me stories of defeat,
Of love,
Of death.
They told me stories of things I had never seen for myself.
They told me of the joy of watching the sun rise completely.
They told me the sadness of watching the moon fall.
They spoke to me of subjects such as wind,
How no one stopped to smell their sweet perfume because no one often walked their path.
And just when I thought they were done, they proved me wrong.
They whispered in my ears things that I should never repeat,
And things that they wanted me to tell the world.
They spoke to me about the earth,
The sweet soil of their living place.
They said how humans could never find such a perfect place.
They claimed their lives were the best.
And that is when I walked away from the flowers.
Because no man should be jealous of some flowers.