Only silence,

only the hushed environment,

each leaf trembling in quiet expectancy,

as the new flower unfolded.

dewdrops sighed as they kissed the sweet ground,

and died in hope of the new flower living,

tender touches of care,

unnoticed by the flower.

little sparks of sunlight seep into the leafy undergrowth,

giving light to the flower,

small gestures of friendliness,

the quiet feeling of being there,

caring, concerned.

allowing the flower all the time it needs,

it wants,

patiently waiting,

watching in awe,

helping when needed,

petals unfolding,

plain speckled petals on the outside,

it is layered,

many speckled layers,

each growing less dense,

each layer unfolding all the more delicate,

precious,

beautiful,

each hour passing,

each minute leaving this world,

while the dew,

the sun,

the forest,

wait for this plain-looking flower,

to take its chance at life,

the dew will wait,

the sun will not sink,

until the flower is ready,

until it is unfurled to its last layer,

in all its glory,

time will not stop,

but some things might,

to wait,

patiently,

not hurrying it,

to accompany it on its wonderous journey,

to bless it all they can,

the dewdrops and the sun.

Dedicated to you, Claire. Always in my heart.

God Bless.

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