Opening to the Light
When morning first dawned, the peony’s petals were still folded. But as the sun sailed slowly across the sky, little by little the flower unfurled in a display of wondrous beauty, its heady perfume filling the warm air.
It was as if it could hold its potential within itself no longer. All at once, it knew it was time to be what it was meant to be, to grace the world with all it had to give.
And today, the world is a more beautiful place, because one peony opened to the light.
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