Roses’ Truth

One of my childhood friends once told me that roses smell sweet because they secretly wear perfume when nobody is watching. Ever since then, roses have never smelled ordinary to me. I imagined them waking each morning to delicately brush perfume onto their petals before blooming beneath the sunlight. With their layered petals resembling elegant silk gowns, roses felt like the queens of hidden gardens, transforming ordinary places into magical worlds where imagination could wander freely.

As children, we experience the world through our senses. We smell flowers, touch bark, feel moss beneath our fingers, and hug trees without hesitation. As adults, we often encounter the world through screens, schedules, and ideas rather than through our bodies.

When was the last time you felt moss with your palms? When was the last time you hugged a tree?

Perhaps wonder is not only something we see, but something we feel.