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.

Don't let anyone pull you into their storm. Stay in control of how you respond to situations that are set to disturb your peace. Recognize the triggers, pause, breathe, and remember that not everything deserves your energy.

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.