Dew-Kissed Blossoms
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of morning's breath,
A branch adorned with dew and life's first light.
Each droplet clings, a fragile, glistening pearl,
Reflecting worlds unseen, yet felt so bright.
The blossoms, small and vibrant, stand as sentinels,
Their hues of orange, a beacon in the mist.
They whisper tales of resilience and renewal,
A testament to nature's quiet, steadfast kiss.
In their presence, we find ourselves,
A mirror to our own journey's path.
For in the dew and bloom, we see the cycle,
The rise and fall, the strength within the wrath.
Let these blossoms guide your soul,
Through storms and calm, through light and shade.
For in their essence lies the truth:
Transformation blooms where hope is laid.