I would always admire it
Every season it would come back.
It reminded me of my childhood
The journey that I have travelled.
It began below ground, unseen to the eye, ever so small, sweet, and innocent
It's growth dependent on what surrounded it.
Uneducated on the choices it made
Spell death
As simple as the time it chooses to pick
The rate that she rises, all could lead to life or death.
The pure instinct would guide the young for it was a gift
Grow now, break the layers in which you were trapped
To feel the warm embrace of your victory.
Weather the storms that will try to tear you down while your roots are still young.
Gather what you can and grow
Reach the heights you dreamt about.
Once you have gone through the pain
You will then bloom and blossom into a beautiful flower that you wish to be. Not only your petals but yourself
To the world like sunshine
Being someone's happiness.
Always loved watching the roses grow, As it always reminded me of my childhood.
YOU ARE READING
How the leaves change
PoesíaThis book will contain alll my poems, I'm doing it as a book because I want to get my writing out to everyone who will find enjoyment in them. the poems show alll my pain , love, joy, sadness and other emtions which I'm sure you will relate too. I d...
