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