The Flower

The flower doesn’t fear the rain. It doesn’t hide from the beating sun. It doesn’t close itself up to protect itself from the bee that would drink its nectar.

It grows.

The elements, the obstacles – they feed it. They make it strong. Resilient. Abundant.

The flower opens its petals – its soul, its whole being – exposing itself through intuition, or instinct, or maybe even faith that the world around it will support it on its mission.

It lives.

Sometimes the flower gets picked – cut short in its story and carried away to wither into nothing. Sometimes it falters, shuts its petals into itself, and falls away back to the earth from whence it came to feed the next cycle of growth.

It dies.

That happens. The death is part of the living.

But the flower understands this cycle. It sees the challenges it faces. It knows the risk. And it invests its energy in the upward momentum anyway.

It hopes.

And that’s what makes it so beautiful.