Genus Limonium

Beauty doesn't always come in the form of color.
Sometimes it is found in silence — in the soft lines of a dry tree swaying in the afternoon breeze.
A life once filled with flowers now stands in silent beauty, as if a chapter written in nature's memory.
We often ignore these colorless forms, looking for sparkling flowers.
But they too have stories — the touch of rain, the embrace of the sun, the dance with the wind.
And within that story lies a different kind of poetry — silent, emotional, human like us.