I walk the woods
in silence,
letting my thoughts
lead the way.
Today,
my eyes are drawn
to someone’s
abandoned bouquet.
They’re delicate
in shades of
purple
and white.
I think
they’re simply
beautiful
as they rest there
in the evening light.
Who were they
meant for?
And why were they
just left in this tree?
I let the answer be
simple.
They must have been
for me!
Begin Again 