Seeming like a blanket of white

flowers, it is

a field of pale

purple splendor,

seen only when I bend down and

look closely. Each

beauty has six

petals around

a yellow center, threadlike

lines splitting each.

So delicate,

so exquisite.

Perhaps if we took the time to

really see those

we pass, we would

glimpse their beauty.

For this I know, there is a light,

an essence, a

center in each

of us, just as

there is a center in each of

those lavender

beauties waiting

to be noticed.