My mind is full of the thought of flowers today, and I really tried to write something besides my version of poetry, but the following kept crowding in, demanding to be expressed. I hope you enjoy it.
BLOOM
Within the seed is given the blueprint
of what that seed is to become
A flower begins it's journey
to fill the vision, and takes form
Yet that tender shoot must first
break through the outer husk
where it discovers itself
still encased in the earth
In the darkness, struggling
against the oppressive earth
it begins a slow climb
carving it's path upward
Unaware of the light
it neither questions, nor doubts
the vision given. It only knows
what it is to become
And reaches
Through the hard crust
it breaks through, unfolding itself
to stand upright under the sun
rejoicing in the feel of the air
The vision drives it to continue
a soft melody calls it forth
until one day, there sits a quiet bud
encased again, like the seed
yet ... more translucent
and from the depths of it's roots
comes the song of it's journey rising
And with the glory of it
the bud bursts open
expressing in perfect form
the vision held within the seed.
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