BEAUTY

The beauty of a single floweršŸŒ¹

Sheryl Banico
4 min readSep 23, 2024
Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash

In the gardenā€™s hush, where soft winds sigh,
A single flower blooms, beneath the sky
With petals like silk, kissed by morning dew,
A fragile beauty, pure and true

Its colors whisper secrets, vibrant and bright,
A dance of hues that catch the light
In shades of crimson, gold, and blue,
Each glance reveals a world anew

The sunā€™s warm rays embrace its face,
In gentle warmth, it finds its place
With every breeze, it sways and bends,
A quiet grace that never ends

Among the thorns, it stands alone,
A symbol of strength in a world unknown
Though soft and tender, it holds its ground,
In every moment, beautyā€™s found

The honeybee flits with purpose clear,
Drawn to the nectar that lingers near
In this small bloom, lifeā€™s cycle spins,
A dance of nature, where all begins

With each passing day, it opens wide,
Revealing the wonders that it hides inside
A tapestry woven in delicate thread,
Whispers of stories waiting to be said

Raindrops gather, like diamonds aglow,
Each droplet a kiss, a tender hello
It drinks in the rain, its thirst now quenched,
In natureā€™s embrace, its spirit drenched

The petals unfurl, a soft, sweet sigh,
Inviting the world to pause and cry
For in its beauty, there lies a truth,
A fleeting moment, a glimpse of youth

As twilight descends, it bows its head,
The dayā€™s warm light slowly shed
Yet even in darkness, it holds its grace,
A silent promise of a brighter space

In winterā€™s chill, when all seems lost,
The memory of beauty, no matter the cost
For seeds lie dormant, beneath the frost,
Waiting for spring, when lifeā€™s never lost

Each flower a reminder, a lesson to learn,
In moments of stillness, our hearts can yearn
To see the beauty in what may seem small,
For in a single flower, thereā€™s magic for all

So pause for a moment, let your heart see,
The wonder of nature, wild and free
In a single flower, lifeā€™s essence shines,
A testament to beauty, in all its designs

From the smallest bud to the grandest bloom,
Each tells a story, dispelling the gloom
In gardens and fields, or a pot on a sill,
The beauty of a flower can bring us a thrill

A gentle reminder of hope and of peace,
In every soft whisper, our worries cease
So cherish the moments, let your spirit empower,
For life is enriched by a single flower

With morningā€™s light, it greets the dawn,
A silent prayer, as the day is drawn
In its simple presence, worries take flight,
A beacon of joy, a pure delight

The butterflies flit, with colors that play,
Dancing around in a whimsical ballet
Each flutter a homage to the bloom so sweet,
In natureā€™s embrace, where hearts can meet

Its fragrance whispers tales of the earth,
Of love and of loss, of joy and rebirth
Inhale the scent, let your spirit soar,
For in this small flower, thereā€™s so much more

As shadows stretch, and the day turns to night,
The flower stands strong, a symbol of light
In the moonā€™s gentle glow, it finds its peace,
A quiet reminder that beauty wonā€™t cease

The petals may fade, and the seasons will change,
Yet its essence remains, a beauty unchained
In every withered leaf, thereā€™s a story to tell,
Of growth and of change, of lifeā€™s gentle swell

Even when storms bring their heavy rains,
The flower endures through the winds and the pains
A testament to strength in each drop that falls,
For beauty persists, even when nature calls

A single flower can spark a new dream,
In its delicate form, we find hopeā€™s gleam
For within its heart, lies the power to heal,
A soft reminder of whatā€™s truly real

In gardens of life, we plant and we grow,
Tending to moments that flourish and glow
Each flower a memory, a love, a prayer,
A tribute to beauty thatā€™s always there

So letā€™s celebrate each blossom we find,
The lessons they share, the love intertwined
In the heart of a flower, thereā€™s magic and grace,
A reminder to cherish each fleeting embrace

As the day fades away, and twilight descends,
Letā€™s hold onto beauty, where wonder never ends
For in the simplicity of a flowerā€™s power,
We discover the essence of each precious hour

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Sheryl Banico
Sheryl Banico

Written by Sheryl Banico

Passionate storyteller exploring the intersections of life, love, and personal growth. Sharing insights and reflections to inspire connection and authenticity.

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