What is it?

It holds the beauty of nature within it. It glows with a soft radiant kindness, refusing to interrupt the lives of those around. All it does, is just wait to be discovered.

Often it is overlooked by those blinded by the blur of their lives. And it just sits there and wait.

With time, its loveliness will fade. It will slowly die, wilting away. But it counts its days in silence. Not a single sound from it.

Rain or shine, in darkness or light, it just smiles. It gazes out in silence. Blooming in silence, rising quietly, demanding nothing and dying quietly, asking nothing.

It is love. It is beauty. It is friendship. Bright and different yet at the same time humble. It shines quietly, giving peace yet receiving nothing.

Oh to be like it.