I have experienced this recurring dream since childhood.

There is a glistening lake with an island in the middle.

I walk around and around the lake on a sandy path.

There are beautiful flowers all along the path, but I want to go to the island.

I look at the island from all sides, but I cannot get across the silver lake.

On the island there are green trees and beautiful flowers.

Even the water is full of flowers.

There is a single swan silently swimming.

I want it to take me across, but it flies away.

The little bass fish make pebble nests all around the lake and guard the perimeter,

like swimming sentries.

I longingly look at the bird sunning its wings on the island.

If only I had wings to fly.

If only. If only…

FLOWER wants to FLY