Beautiful little flower.
Her petals close upon the darkening sky
and she sleeps,
opening again to the morning sun.
Searing heat tortures her softness.
Storms tear at her fragile frame.
Yet she keeps waking, opening.
Closing, sleeping.
She does not fight the weather that takes her,
she gracefully lives.
She lives.
And how beautiful she seems
to me
when she just
is
through it all.
brooke-cutler.com 
2 replies on “She Just Is”
At a time when so many people are on edge, it’s good to remember to just breathe and be like the flower. I hope you and your loved ones are faring well!
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So true, Kat. Personal and collective upheaval is pretty big for everyone right now. There are no right ways of going about some things- being a flower is absolutely a lovely way to swing through it all. xx We’re really well, thank you lovely lady! I hope you guys are all good over there! xx 💞
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