From seed come forth, a flower blooms...

From seed come forth

Reaching out through the silent struggle,

A push from the darkness, a reach for light.

Roots like fingers grip the earth,

A stubborn hold in the fading night.

The stem, a whispered vow,

Unfurls towards the hopeful sun.

Each day, a climbing vine,

Until it reaches its final run.

Then, at last, a burst of color,

A crimson heart, with petals unfurled.

A symphony of fragrance,

A story of whispers untold.

Dance with the bees, a fleeting fling,

A trade of pollen, with a nectar's zest.

From vibrant blooms to dulling wing,

A cycle of life, a covenant at rest.

But even as the petals fall,

A secret purpose remains untold.

Within the heart, the covenant calls,

A New life waiting, brave and bold.

For life is simply a fleeting grace,

A blank canvas, bright and fair.

Tracing resilience in every space,

A testament to life, and all it dares.

So watch me bloom, and watch me fade,

A silent story, I gently hold.

A testament to beauty craftly made,

From the whispers of the cold.

~shybutterfly

Art by: iegthanks