"Connecting Enthusiasts of Nature, Floral Design and Writing!"
Venue: Mountain View Cemetery, Oakland, CA 94611
Dates: March 20-22, 2026
Upon the clear blue skies, not a cloud in sight.
Upon a green mountain top, I spread my white feathery wings to see the world below.
I rely on my keen instincts to scout out my surroundings to find a place call “home.”
Where is home?
Home is where I could simply be myself.
A place where I could find protection from predators and raise my future generation.
Life is simple here, living among others that share the same purpose in life.
A place called home, like no other than the lake itself.
A place of sanctuary where the sun rises quietly each morning, to guide me through the day.
The moonlight cast a pale soft yellow glow reflecting the water at night.
At night, I perch silently on a tree branch dozing off to sleep.
This is a place called home, like no other.
What I see within, I also see in you.
We are so much alike, but also so different.
We could change ourselves to blend in with the rest, but still, “me and you” are only reflections of whom we strive to be.
What is real and what is fake?
Only “me and you” holds the key awareness of our true identities.
Reflections of “me and you” could bounce back tenfold, either for good or bad if not handled wisely.
Please take care of “me and you”
By Jazzmin S. Lu
Moral lesson:
Living in harmony with others requires a well balance mind and continuous acceptance of other cultures. Beneath it all, we are still emotionally connected through similar experiences.