11/11/2025
Sharing Your Blooms 🦋✨
I’m sharing your blooms —
so small in your pot,
yet vast in your flowering.
The thought that I might be
the only one to see you
felt both tender and aching —
sad, and yet… so sacred.
Did you bloom for my eyes,
for my delight?
Or do you simply listen
to that quiet pulse within —
the call that says now?
I like to think it’s the care,
the gentle rhythm between us,
the trust we’ve woven through the seasons,
that brought you here —
this soft, radiant offering
to the light.
You amaze me —
your quiet transformation,
asking for nothing,
seeking no applause —
just being beauty,
in your own way,
in your own time.
How could I ever feel lonely
when I have such company?
Living, breathing souls
who ask for nothing
but presence —
who remind me that connection
is its own form of love.
I water you year after year,
never hoping for bloom.
I do it because we are one —
because caring is its own reward.
And when you bloom,
I feel it as a whisper —
a thank-you carried in color and scent.
Sometimes I think of the wild ones —
those mountain flowers
who bloom unseen,
whose beauty no human eye will ever meet.
Still they open —
just because.
For reasons only God knows.
And in that mystery,
I trust.
In love, Tanja
