Flower-girl?

On the curvature of the earth, I shall be standing, awaiting magic to pass my way. I have lived many songs. Words leave a colour on my soul, sometimes with time and sometimes at once. They say there are warm colours and cool ones, is it same for words and souls? 

Yesterday, I passed by a flower, majestic, in appearance. I wondered who tendered it to grow so big and strong, and protected her from being trodden down. But, there was no one else around to look for answers. I stood, curiously gazing the flower, getting closer to ask for a hug. I looked up in astonishment, to find sprinkles of all colours falling on me. Maybe the flower hugged me back.

For a moment there, I felt peace. Words stopped becoming colours. They flew away from my heart and became waves, of music. I can't remember the exact melody, though, I recall it all made sense at that moment.