Spring
Jun 29, 2021
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