The Power of Wisdom.

How I learned to precieve the wonders of wisdom.

As I age. I grow with wisdom and nurture. Beautiful flowers start to bloom. However some never sprout, as they are quilted with a hard shell.

The beauty of my tree shifts. Suddenly my world tilts…

Some unsprouted pods fall to the earth. Cracking open they unleash the toxins of past memories.

Feeding my roots with wisdom. I learn that the same pod will never fall again. A new day brings light and a new wiser beautiful me will soon blossom.

Live well, be Inspired.

-Morgan Sarkissian