Be not afraid to admire Nature's beauty.
Or hold a dogwood flower.
All things must stop at some point in time,
And thus become an eternal moment, a still life.
All movement stops for the blink of an eye.
All Life seems to freeze before passing by,
For but a single moment in time, a still life
Will come within your reach, just touch it.
Before the summer heat melts the petals that stayed,
Before the rain washes their beauty away,
Before the wind tears them from the trees,
Hold one petal, one seed pod within your hand.
Then let them gently float away.
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