for the one who looks upward She wears the night upon her brow, a crescent thought, a silent vow. Petals bloom where teardrops fall— soft strength rising through it all. A flower guards her dreaming face, its moon and star in quiet grace. She does not speak, but still she sings in silve

Thank you Shaun Richer for lunch and the flowers

--- “Petal by Petal” The rose grew from silence, not sunlight, not rain— but the hush of a heart that had broken, then bloomed again. Its thorns were soft-spoken, its leaves held the ache, and each petal unfolded for beauty’s own sake. ---