bout to jump into my sensitivty bag 👛, come wimme 🧳 i look at flowers and i feel friendship. flowers slow me down, make me feel loved. i cant say for sure why, my attention span wont let me sit in those feelings for long, but after repeated moments of seeing flowers and feeling loved, thought of, cared for, like when you can tell an old friend is happy to see you again, i am beginning to understand this much: flowers, in their design, function, beauty and symbolism, are truly a gift. God couldve created the same item, with the same use (nectar making, pollen controlling, oxygen production, hangout spot for insects, and on, and on, and on) and couldve made them of steel, or shaped them like boxes, given them red notificaton-alarm buttons. but instead, Allah in His Magnificence, made them so appealing for us to look at. get lost in. gave us the Gift of endless inspiration, through colors, shapes, design, gradients, textures, smells, just because He knew we liked stuff like that, that we need things like that. another way we are invited to communicate. MashaAllah.