That morning, I wasn't looking for beauty. I was just strolling leisurely through the small courtyard around the corner of the house, as usual. But I was stopped in my tracks by something unusual—rows of purple orchids in full bloom. It felt like the universe was whispering, "Look, there's a small miracle happening."
Their petals were wide, a bright purple with a soft white tinge. There were delicate patterns on their surfaces, as if painted by nature's hand. Some flowers were in full bloom, confidently facing the world, while others were still tightly closed, waiting for the right moment to reveal their charm.
I moved closer, trying to capture the beauty with my phone camera. But honestly, no lens could truly capture the sense of wonder I felt. Because the beauty of these orchids wasn't just visual. It was an atmosphere. It was serenity. It was a respite from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
From certain angles, these orchids seemed to welcome anyone who passed by. A silent greeting, yet warm. Rows of flowers hung gracefully amidst the lush green leaves, making me reflect on how even in silence, something can convey such profound meaning.
This flower doesn't ask for praise, nor does it seek attention. It simply grows, blooms, and gives beauty to anyone who cares to notice it.
And that morning, I was fortunate to be one of those who noticed it.
