In the quiet presence of plants and flowers, I have come to understand resilience.
Each leaf and bloom holds its own form, unrepeatable and wholly itself.
Some require delicate care, flourishing only under certain tender conditions.
Others reveal surprising strength, adapting silently to whatever life offers.
I meet them with gentleness, stay with them in patience.
Over time, they show me how life finds its way — not through force, but through quiet insistence on becoming.