Many underestimate the value of small wildflowers... those that are there, blooming daily, being sipped by butterflies and bees in their daily delight for honey.
Many do not notice the caress of the petals in the wind with their white textures of someone who seems to embrace the sun showing their pollen to the world.
And then I play with the light of day, in its contrast, it offers us new flowers when we play with black and white to rediscover the natural, the obvious, but ignored by many...
And I approach to converse in silence with the one who raises his crown to the sun...
And I silently give thanks.
Yes, I give thanks for the privilege of knowing she's useful, even though many don't caress her or notice her and her wild light.
Muchos desestiman el valor de las pequeñas flores silvestres... Esas que están ahí, floreciendo a diario, siendo libadas por mariposas y abejas en su cotidiano deleite por la miel.
Muchos no reparan en la caricia de los pétalos al viento con sus blancas tesituras de quien parece abrazar al sol mostrando su polen al mundo.
Y entonces juego con la luz del día, en su contraste, nos brinda nuevas flores cuando jugamos al blanco y negro para redescubrir lo natural, lo evidente, pero ignorado por muchos...
Y me acerco para dialogar en silencio con quien erige su corona al sol...
Y en silencio agradezco.
Sí, agradezco por el privilegio de saberle útil, aunque muchos no le acaricien ni reparen en ella y su silvestre luz.
