Daisy

    In the quiet ballet of petals, the Daisy always tilts its face to the sun, casting the shadows behind. As hope is not a fixed star, but a choice of the heart, just as the Daisy’s golden gaze follows the sun’s tender embrace, so too can we turn our spirits toward the warmth of possibility. Light, like a hidden treasure, awaits our search.

    For in every shadowed corner of existence, there lies a promise of dawn, if only we have the courage to seek it.