I envy the flowers for they stand tall all day with the sun’s full attention
Their beauty is not defined by who admires them or to what extent
They just simply are
They don’t have ears to hear what is said about them
They don’t have eyes to see who stares at them
They simply just are
How lovely would it be if we became more like the flowers?
Standing tall, allowing the sun to give us all of its attention
Not allowing our beauty or our worth to be determined by others
For even when their petals fall, their beauty never fades