As the wind blows, the flower shed,
A silent truth the garden said.
How little do we understand—
The ways of life, not planned by hand.

If only we learned what life really meant,
We’d not suffer so, nor our hearts be bent.
We’d loosen the grip, release the shell,
And not get caught within ourselves.

We grasp at meaning, seek control,
But life unfolds beyond the role.
It blooms, it breaks, it fades, it flies—
A mystery wrapped in open skies.

Gurleen Sandhu

For a deeper dive into the art of letting go, check out this article on the emotional benefits of surrender from Psychology Today.