We are like flowering plants;
At various stages of growth
Some are blooming & flowering with:
Little flowers,
Beautiful petals
Various colors
Fragrance
Following the seasons
Some grew in the wild, unattended but carefree
Some grew with tender care under shade
Some do prick if not careful with them
While few are late bloomers; following its own inner rhythm
Which once bloomed, garner admirations and gasp of delights and wonder
Although the flowers has bloomed and some had lost its' glory-days,
The plant, itself
Has potential buds
With constant water, sunshine and fertilizer, the buds will eventually appear
So, our potential for growth is limitless;
That requires our attention and care, to groom the weeds of pollutions
and feed and rest our mind well
As the flowers pollinates and spread, so other insects benefit too fr its' nectar
And towards the end of it's life, it has serves its purpose
and returns to earth and nurtured the earth that has nourished and nurtured it
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