If no one clapped and no one cried,
no witness stood at either side,
would you still walk where truth appears,
uncharted, steep, unnamed by cheers?
If praise and blame both lost their voice,
and silence crowned your every choice,
which road would set your spirit free,
which pulse would claim your destiny?
Would you speak the words the brave suppress,
or chase the dreams you dare not confess?
When no eyes linger, judge, or bind,
you’d meet the strength you keep inside.
For choice is clean when stripped of flame,
of borrowed pride, of borrowed shame;
and hearts that listen, still and clear,
chart truer paths untouched by fear.
each flower wakes in borrowed dawn,
dressed in a truth no hand has drawn
some whisper pale as morning air,
some burn like suns that dare to stare.
no mirrored form, no borrowed light,
each claims its name in color’s right
beneath one sky, one warming grace,
they turn their faces, take their place.
the wind may test, the rain may plead,
still every stem remembers need;
though scents may clash and colors vie,
a woven peace goes drifting by.
we too can grow in different ways
shine in our own untamed displays
each soul a petal, bold or meek
all worthy, strong, and beautifully unique.
distance is nothing when hearts stay true
when effort is steady and priorities too
words can travel where bodies can’t go
letters and calls let devotion show
it isn’t the miles that pull love apart
but silence creeping into the heart
time and care are the threads we weave
not space that teaches us how to leave
reach across oceans, scale every wall
prove that your love can answer the call
for those who wait, who give, who try
distance is small when hearts can fly