Everyone deserves something beautiful.
I was never the girl who liked flowers.
I discovered I loved digging in the dirt instead, leaving a hidden seed behind.
Waiting a full, grueling season, wondering which plant or flower had survived the gray freeze of a long, biting winter.
Just like one hundred moon cycles before, the sun reappears.
I wonder if the earth’s bounty will thrive long after I’m gone.
Creating a little something magical.
Everyone deserves a taste of beauty.
Because life is harsh at times.
Because life is fragile, tragic, and one miraculous seed of possibility.
Because life is beautiful enough.