The purple flower smiled up at me. Looking down at the flower I knew it had only recently bloomed into existence, so new to life. I held its delicate petal with a few of my callused fingers, so gentle, so soft and welcoming to the touch. The universe creates such beauty to be observed, to be a part of us and each of our stories as we flow through life. The bee, the man, the bird; all a part of the purple flowers story. Life in its most pure form, full of radiant color and strength. Does the flower know it shall soon come to an end? Would it hide its beauty if it did? I don’t know. What I do know, is –

A man can learn a lot from a purple flower.

M L Wood

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