Flowers that are offered for the dead, do not know the difference of where their beauty will be placed, they do not say, This is not a palace or This is not a garden; they just are. They are just beautiful, without giving regards to whether they are placed on a grave or in a castle. Flowers are just beautiful, whether they grow by the wayside or in a manicured garden. If we were all like flowers, then we would all be beautiful, with no regards to why or how. We just are. We are just beautiful.
~ C. Joybell C.
