A moment between passing through

During an early morning run,

I stopped for a moment.

Petals had quietly covered the ground,

glowing in the soft morning light.

Before anyone steps into the scene,

there is a quiet kind of beauty.

Later, people will come,

and the place will return to its usual flow.

What we often pass by

can feel completely different

when we pause.

The same place,

seen at a different time.