Little Orange Tree

Went to visit my friend last month, and she had just received an awesome little tree, for in her garden from her best friend. Absolutely loved it, and wanted to share it with you! 

Poem: I Picked A Flower

I picked a flower from a bush
Put it in a vase next to my bed
But how was I to know
That the flower cried for its bush
That the bush cried for its flower
But how was I to know
That the flower would die in an hour

The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know

That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go

And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see

And how was I to know?
That the flower cried for its bush
That the bush cried for its flower
But how was I to know
That the flower would die in an hour
The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know

That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go

And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see

And how was I to know?
The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know

That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go

And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so

Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see
And how was I to know?
That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death

But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go
And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see

But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see

And how was I to know?
And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know

That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see
And how was I to know? 

With special thanks to:
Shobhita Singh, the author of this poem

The Meaning of Aura Colors

RED: Fundamental  Survival

The run or fight syndrome

Fysical strength & Motivation

Material Matters

Raw Force & Energy

Rage

Revolutionairy Change

ORANGE: Fysical Vitality

Sensuality

Sexuality

Pleasure

Fysical Practise

Creative Motivation

Warmth

Passion

YELLOW: Inspiration

Intelectual Activity

The Spirit of the Mind

Clear Thoughts

Abundance

Bridge between Body & Mind

Higher Intelligence of the Body

GREEN: Nature

Balance

Harmony

Calmth

Love

Compassion

Ecologic Awareness

Bridge between Emotions & Higher Sense

CLEAR BLUE: Communication

Healing

Ability to Teach

Creativity

Expression

Impartial 

Inspiration

Urge to Communicate

INDIGO BLUE: Vision

Intuition

Paranormal Gifted

Spiritual Protection

Higher Funtions of the Brain

Visual Ingenuity 

Auditory  Skills

PURPLE: Spiritual Growth

Wisdom

Path to Enlightment

Bridge between Spirit & Higher Spirit

Bridge between Higher Spirit & Collective Conciousness

ROSE: Love

Warmth

Tenderness

Urge to Nurser

Child Matters

Security of the Inner Child

GOLD: Love

Sparkles

Prosperity 

Spiritual Radiance

Higher Creativity

WHITE: Purity

Purification 

Higher Sense of Perception