Bougainvilllea

Bougainvillea 15 April 2019 I still remember the pink hue of the bougainvillea flowers just outside my window greeting me, each morning as I brush aside the curtains and let the glorious rays of sun paint my room in a streak of golden yellow. Like pieces of art, little and precise simple yet meaningful, I admire those soft, blushing petals. These long vines and thorns lining in natural perfection its leaves and flowers, teach me that hidden in my failures and obstacles I may find beauty and glory, and I may start anew with my new-found inspiration from these works of untouched and untouchable art, for which I find myself eternally grateful.