Ephemeral

I have learnt from life that the phoenix does not rise from ashes. It is a new being, with a new perspective.

The soil is a springboard for life to emerge. The soil and manure remain unseen, invisible, unappreciated, but nevertheless, are a part of the existence of leaves and flowers. They manifest life in different forms, and accept the ephemeral nature of existence.

soil and manure

mutate themselves to emerge

glorious beauty

 

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MLMM

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