As I walk along the sidewalk

As I walked along the sidewalk, a thought crossed my mind… As we pass by paths lined with petals and green, Do they feel the gaze of those who have seen? When someone pauses, lost in their bloom, Do they sense that moment, or just the perfume? As footsteps echo and people go by, Do they notice the rush, or quietly sigh? When gentle hands brush leaves with care, Do they feel the touch lingering there? And when a flower is plucked away, Do they grieve in silence, or simply sway? Just standing, growing—yet silently they live, Feeling more than they’ll ever give.