Why am I Here? June 12, 2025

I watch the water lily,

a burst of pink-yellow petals,

mirroring itself in the still

water, so beautiful

a simple life over in three

days, and as it slips beneath the

surface, the dying flower won’t

know the admiration it received

maybe that’s the key - being

yourself may not seem like

a purpose, but what we were

born to be is at least a gift

one the world notices

in reflection or

after we’re gone