A flower bud, bursting into life, expectant in its unfolding.
Growth, stemming from the root where life arises.
Nutrients, found deep in the messy soil of life, where least expected.
Colors, emerge with hues both calming and vibrant.
But one stands out to me. Its name is green.
I ask myself of the mystery of life
How it grows, I will never know fully
All I can know is I too grow like the rose bud, the cypress tree, the lush greenery.
Am I too, growing toward the sun?
I pray its golden rays come to find me, to seek me out, to renew and restore.
For some days it seems as if winter must last forever more.
I was made to abide in this light, so too were you.
AB 5/11/21
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