The flower lives many lives-
She begins small
And she doesn’t think twice about what her neighbor
may say about her
She grows with the help of the sun and the rain,
Never once questioning whether or not she deserves their help-
She accepts it with ease in her spirit and grace in her stance
Dependent she is for a while, unapologetic
Until one day she has strength to bloom on her own
And bloom, she does
One day her short life sees its last day
But as she wilts, she still offers nature a gift
And she leaves her fruits as she departs
But again, she returns, seeking the sun and the rain
Her beauty blooming and undeniably gracing nature with her existence.
-Lessons from flowers