There is a flower, that doesn’t show its petals, that stoops down to the ground from where it grows, that keeps itself bowed, doesn’t show its beauty, or what it holds within...pure as white, it blooms, not caring what or how others judge it, how it is perceived by the gaze of the on-lookers and the passerbys.
I want to be it. I want to be a snowdrop living softly gently noiselessly.
@ethereal They are a pleasant surprise every early spring. Sometimes there is still a little snow left on the ground. They are gorgeous dainty little things.
