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?