The seed planted in darkness. It just wait and be patient

The water will pour onto it

The sun will heat the ground it is in

It will tremble and break little tendrils out of its shell

Reaching, reaching, reaching where?

Is there a place for it to go

The earth adds more water more light encouraging it even though it cannot see

It pushes up through, through what?

Resistance

Pain

Frustration

Not knowing where it’s going

Finally it reaches light

But it’s not done yet

It still must become strong

To stand tall against the wind and rain

To thicken its roots and reach for the sun and the stars and the moon

Then finally it bursts forth a beauty

Something the world can finally see and appreciate

To be loved as is

It might be seen. It might be enshrined. It might exist only for the birds and wild things to see

It exists on its own beauty

It might be picked it might be eaten

But a flower that has fully grown fully reached its fulfilled life

Will inevitably also start to dwindle

The petals will pail

The stalk will weaken.

It’s time to shine will come to an end

But that does not detract from the beauty it gave the life and hope it breathed into the earth

Even as it rots and goes back into the earth.

Just a memory of what it was.

Rotting though it does. It still smells sweet