There is a certain futility
in buds blooming in a vase,
but undeniable beauty
bursting open without hope
of bearing fruit.
Except for the warmth they bring into our hearts. I would say “joy,” but that is not always their intent. Sometimes, it’s merely comfort.
and sometimes that’s quite enough.
Sort of like life.
😉
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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Except for the warmth they bring into our hearts. I would say “joy,” but that is not always their intent. Sometimes, it’s merely comfort.
and sometimes that’s quite enough.
Sort of like life.
😉