The Quiet Bloom🌸

She never was and could never be the loudest petal in the garden. She wasn't the one reaching for sunlight with open arms, nor the one dancing when the wind called her name.

She grew in stillness.

Beneath the chatter of bees and the laughter of roses. Listening to roots hum secrets only the earth could hear.

Her colors came slowly. Like the kind you notice only when the day softens, when the noise rests, when the garden exhales.

And though few watched her unfold, the soil knew her story:

That some flowers bloom quietly, slowly.

 And still, 

They change the whole garden. 🌸