Some adorned the branches,

Some fell by the wayside.

Some still fragrant,

Some lay broken.

Some still fresh,

Some all beaten up.

Just like all of us.

But look closely- the ones that are beaten and broken,

Are still beautiful.

The wind ripped them apart,

But they are still colorful.

They haven’t lost their charm.

So whether you are complete,

Or you are broken;

Whether you are fresh,

Or all beaten up by life,

Know that you are beautiful;

Know that you are beautiful.