Sitting As If Fresh Flowers

Sometimes the answers, Are not compatible... To the questions asked. When thoughts are uncertain. But times pass. And there those answers are. Sitting as if fresh flowers, Noticed. When Sunlight blocked... Is invited by opened curtains. Blooming. Scented and ready to pick. Sniffed. By someone wishing to hold them close. With an understanding of this... Coming as it does unresisted and quick. Delighted they are able, To appreciate them being there. And their presence somehow, Now... Made more aware! Like the clearing of the atmosphere. When a polluted sourness, Is removed from the air.