When the road is visible,

The countryside adorned,

By smiling flowers, ...

In childhood,

My father often said,

“Stand tall, be strong.” ...

On dark gloomy days,

When the sun,

Refuses to shine, ...

It is rare,

That I stare at flowers,

Passing me by. ...

As time gradually fades,

Leaving dust and memories,

Along its way, ...

In younger times,

When spring bloomed,

Days felt silky and sweet. ...

When at peace,

Feeling like I belong,

In my own skin, ...

Yesterday,

I could not imagine,

Today’s sunny flowers. ...

A grey unbearable day,

When I sadly want,

To wash yesterday away. ...

Fresh, vibrant, beautiful.

Perhaps a reflection,

I hope, ...

Clarity,

Doesn’t always arrive,

With daylight. ...

Growing up,

I didn’t question,

How I lived life. ...

A dried,

Everlasting flower.

I sense its’ image, ...

To find the path,

I first had to see,

The numerous shadows, ...

Discreet,

Anonymous,

Hidden in plain sight. ...

When grey days,

To sunny turn,

My imagination often, ...

As the years have passed,

I have come to realize,

That only those seeds, ...

When the world,

Feels cloudy and cold,

I close my eyes and dream, ...

Worn and tired,

Still functional,

But in need of care, ...

There are still corners,

In our crowded world,

Where silence and emptiness, ...