If I have to write an ode to flowers, it will be the following: Oh, nature! Or: Oh, flower! Nothing more. Full stop. There is nothing more to say when you observe this beauty, symmetry and absolutely perfect performance of nature. 
As an artist who paints a woman with three black lines and one red dot. More details are not necessary to show her simplicity and perfection. But in this case it is not a woman, but a flower. 
I must admit that I feel a certain envy when I observe the creations of nature. Because they are born perfect. 
How can this bee know where to go and what exactly to do when the hibiscus blooms? 
Did anyone teach it that when it was little?
Did it go to school for 7+5 years, did it go to university to study the calculations of the best spread of its wings, the most appropriate speed, navigation and method for detecting blossoms, calculating the optimal amount of pollen that it can carry with it? 
Nonsense. It was born with all this "knowledge" within itself. It carried it with itself from the moment it was born. 
And that's what I call perfection. 
Something that can only exist in nature. 
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| Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you. |
