BLOG POST 5: The Green Flower

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I haven't descried a green flower. 
I imagine she exists, 
wanting to be seen, 
buried somewhere 
among the million green leaves. 
She understandingly waits
 for the promising hues
 to dawn upon her.
 I wish I could tell her 
how beautiful she already is.
That her color completes the alluring tree.
That she is loved by the branches and roots
of the tree that nourishes her.

- Sunitha Mathew


Hi! I'm David's mom and I love science and tea. I am a strong advocate of the Ubuntu philosophy "I am because you are." This is my personal blog where I share my life stories and learnings. Green is my favourite colour primarily because I appreciate nature. Green symbolizes elements like harmony, health, and family, which are some causes I care about the most. I hope you have fun reading my blog!

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