
Wildflowers ask no permission.
They bloom in parks as readily as in mountains, colouring ordinary ground with quiet joy.
Perhaps grace is often like that—not arriving where we expect, but growing where there is simply enough light.

Wildflowers ask no permission.
They bloom in parks as readily as in mountains, colouring ordinary ground with quiet joy.
Perhaps grace is often like that—not arriving where we expect, but growing where there is simply enough light.