Perfect is the enemy of good

But why?

For beauty is not imperfect

It merely inspires.

Nature’s cascade of color unfolds each spring in its own fashion.

So even the white lily with its purple streaks heralds growth anew

With its verdant leaves that transition from light to brilliant

Never the same but always inspires

The young lilly closed with anticipation of hope gradually opens

With its ragged petal that is silken and shimmery

Gracefully embracing the touch of the sun

Perfection confines

Imperfection inspires