The marigold retreats into itself at dusk. It protects itself from the night.
A passerby, ignorant to this phenomenon,
would never know its beauty.
But when a ray of light emerges from the west,
the marigold awakens.
It stretches its petals, its posture restored.
Radiant and loud, it displays its innermost seeds with pride.
Why is the marigold afraid of the dark?
Why can't the moon be privy to its splendor?
What sights does it miss, hidden in itself?
We celebrate the Morning flower.
Wake up, flower.
Don't forget about the world beyond yourself.
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