Maybe, that’s why they are called…the flowers.
It’s the season of spring and it feels great to see beautiful flowers all around. The streets as though seem suddenly decorated and are showing their joy of someone’s homecoming.
Although, it could also just mean that they are happy to welcome the new life to the buds that were busy in the dormant phase to collect the much required nutrients to be able to bloom someday.
They shine, they dance. Wind too sings the duet along with the sun for the flowers to wave.
It just seems like the season of love, love from the nature to us. For us to cherish the beauty that the nature has to offer.
I close my eye, lying by my seat, thinking about the good old times, like every year. Maybe, that’s why they are called.