Mud and Sky

You need mud to grow waterlilies, he whispered. You need mud to sculpt. You need mud in your life just so you can finally see the beauty.
Looking down I saw this beautiful blue flower. And just a bit further, the sky mirrored in the small muddy puddle. He was right. I needed mud to see the beauty of it all.

Ai nevoie de noroi sa cresti nuferi, a soptit. Ai nevoie de noroi sa sculptezi. Ai nevoie de noroi in viata ta doar pentru a putea vedea frumosul.
Privind in jos am vazut acea flare albastra minunata. Si doar putin mai departe, cerul se oglindea in mica balta noroioasa. Avea dreptate. Am nevoie de noroi pentru a vedea frumusetea.