I spotted this image in my folder this morning and reminisced on our last visit to the gardens. While I was able to get the two youngest finished with school three weeks early (yes, I was desperate for a break), the two older kiddos are still slaving away. I so long for a quiet day in the gardens, the fresh air, the silence… So this image brought these words today. For some reason, she had a story to tell…
Beauty Suffers in Silence
Sometimes,
Beauty suffers in silence
For though, unique –
She wonders
Am I enough?
Yet still, she lingers
In the sighs
Of summer morning
She is aware
Of the stillness…
The breath
Of morning sky
Intermingling with her own
And the world –
Her world,
Is an unending dance
Of color,
Beneath a gentle breeze.
Though uncertain,
Perhaps,
She exhales beauty
In every breath,
Even though
Many will not see it.
© Sumyanna 2018