Summer Blossoms and Wild Flowers

These are called White Angel flowers. I never used to notice them before.

The first time I noticed these flowers was during my confinement period at the rehabilitation center in Quezon City.

Blooming like little white stars, perched upon its native bough, each little white angel flower eventually sheds itself from its lofty perch, to grace the awaiting earth with a delicate beauty that soon passes away.

One would think it sad, that these fragile little flowers shed themselves in this way. They fall like starlight falls upon the world to become something hidden from sight.

But such is the nature of beautiful things, caught only in glimpses that soon become ephemeral memories of a distant time, fading away into forever.

Beauty is fleeting.

But only for those who seek her not. For beauty will not impose herself upon those who are unaccustomed to her nearness. Such too is the nature of beautiful things, chaste.

Beauty also lasts.

But only when love is in the eye of her beholder. For when love is in the heart, beauty becomes a part of her beholder, to dwell with her beloved forever.

Indeed, I think it fitting to call these flowers White Angel flowers.

They are beautiful to me.

They reminded me of my darlingest Annelies Marie and gave me much comfort during the most difficult times of my primary confinement. They still do and I think they always will.

Now I see them everywhere.

I also know now where these flowers go...

And they never fail to sustain my spirit.

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It's a Mrrrowley Polley flower... =^.^=