Even after the rain, With plants that were never meant For bouquets, We can find beauty. Sort of like in life, In times that we never imagined We would face, Growth can be beautiful. So maybe beauty comes less From sweet fragrance Or visual charm. Maybe it comes more From the way We grow with the weeds And the rain. *I shared a version of this to a private page on May 27, and today I decided I wanted to include it in this “collection” on my blog.
"Music is the silence between the notes." ~Claude Debussy