Just me :
Life is like a blooming flower,
Reaching gently toward the sky,
Unfolding slowly to feel the warmth of the sun,
Swaying softly as time goes by.
Raindrops kiss our open petals,
Wind may bend us, storms may cry—
Still, we bloom until the fading,
Still, we wither, still, we die.
But death is not a silent ending,
We leave behind the seeds we sow,
A trace of beauty, love, and laughter,
In hearts of those who watched us grow.
-Leesa Cullinan
2025-06-06 12:05:01