the garden

I rested at the edge of the garden.
the gentle breeze caressed and carried the warm scent of the flowers and woke me.
the powdery sweet breeze turned my mind to myself.
I rose and walked among the flowers, overwhelmed
with myself.
I spoke to them, pleaded,
look at me, I begged, as if the irises should enjoy me.
when my thoughts had come 'round,
I saw them again, smelled them again, enjoyed them again.
they lifted their blossoms, opened their petals, smiled at me, and
invited me to become a flower.