We often have to take two steps back and reflect, Before we can be freed from everything that once held us back.
Some of the most beautiful things in this world begin as a humble seed, Before they bloom brightly for all to see.
She always loved flowers and admired how even when the leaves withered, They still shined from within.
I still remember the ocean breeze as the boat traveled past the side of these mighty cliffs, They looked like they were part of a jigsaw puzzle scattered by a giant trying to make them fit. Then, there was that little entrance looking so out of place. I never did ask where it led though, Maybe next time?