Do you think the flower remembers when it was folded so tight? Do you think the flower whispers encouragement to the bud clinging to its armor of wrapped unfolded petals? Do you think the flower offers both its shade from the sun and reflection of the sun for rest and growth? Do you think the flower beholds the memory as its own time of glory nears an end?

Perhaps it is silly to ponder such questions. It is, after all, just a flower and a bud. But still…still I wonder. Perhaps it is my simple wondering of things so small, that sometimes feels like Life too gazes upon me like the flower upon the bud. And the whisper that comes? “Remember.”