2025-08-24-2
If we could see it—
not just glance,
but truly behold—
the miracle of a single flower,
our eyes would open wider than the sky.
Each petal would speak
in the language of light,
whispering of beginnings
older than time.
The stem would tell us
of strength in softness,
of rising through soil
with nothing but trust.
The fragrance would carry
the secret of presence:
that beauty asks for nothing,
yet gives itself wholly.
If we could see so clearly,
a flower would be enough—
to end our hunger for more,
to heal the wars of the heart,
to remind us
that the whole world blooms
inside the smallest thing.
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