the next time you walk by a petal on the ground,
it's only there because the flower opened.
exposing itself not only to weather and wind,
but also to the warm light of the sun.
becoming fragile in its singularity as the bud loosened.
bearing itself not only to the animals who might make a meal of it,
but also to those who might become awakened to its impermanent beauty.
and all because the flower opened...