In the quiet of morning, the dew glistens on each petal, a fragile beauty arises, where light gently touches life. I wake with the sun, to drink in the elixir of dawn, the air rich with possibility, a canvas where hopes are painted.

I see the flowers bloom, they open like hearts, warmth radiating from their cores, a reflection of our dreams. Here, in this sacred moment, we are a part of this magic, a testimony to resilience, through the cycles of life and death.

• Pablo Neruda