Daffodils
The daffodils do not cry when they get their little yellow heads snowed on.
They wear the fleeting flakes as silver crowns until spring sweeps back in and melts them away.
Beauty Abounds
Beauty is our birthright. It is always there. It is in us. It is around us. It will bring us home. To ourselves, to the world, and to the wonder and mystery of existence. There is truly nothing more powerful than the moment you realize that beauty abounds.
The daffodils do not cry when they get their little yellow heads snowed on.
They wear the fleeting flakes as silver crowns until spring sweeps back in and melts them away.
