ObservationThe dahlia’s form is full of strokes,
Not straight, not perfect—not even close.
For life is not a flawless road,
But scars that shape, then heal and bode.
Each petal links to the center Node,
Binding as one in a strong abode.
Through storm and change, they stand and show,
That life’s not perfect, yet we grow.
A symbol bright of joy and grace,
Yet laid where breath has lost its place.
Though petals brown and start to fall,
Their roots still stir beneath it all.
A sign that love will always stay.0.1639%
