JulieAloha

April 7, 2017

Before the rain fell, before the wind blew, I walked in white flowers throughout the Zoo grounds this morning. There is life springing forth from the earth, from the trees, tiny green shoots racing to spread leaves to the sunlight, to grow and blossom and I played silent witness to the white and was grateful.

The Little White Flower

by Muna Lee

I can forget so much at will:
That first walk in the snow,
The violet bed on the wet spring hill,
The song we both loved so;

Even the rapture of love’s magic hour,
Even the anguish of love’s disdain,
—But never, but never, the little white flower
We found one day in the rain.