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.