Spring

The flower sits

Its roots run deep

Patiently waiting

Its chance to bloom is near

Nurtured by the rain

Fed by the sun

A constant balance

Its energy second to none

It’s weathered the storm

Taken its scars

The war is almost won

A peaceful existence just beyond the horizon

Finally the flower begins to bloom

A cycle to start a new

From ashes to dust

Day brings light of the eternal sun