Waiting for the Sun

A flower stands in the dirt,

Tightly closed,
Holding it all in,
Self protecting.
Eventually the sun’s warm rays
Coax it open
And it stretches its petals to the sky
Allowing itself to feel:
The warmth, but also the wind and the rain
The seasons change
The world turns
Causing the petals to wither and die
But if it’s lucky,
The root will hold
Through the darkness and the cold
And when its tiny piece of earth
Returns to the sun
The flower will be ready
Poke its head out if the ground
Grow tall and strong
Open up
And begin again

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