While the summer sun sets upon all things of belonging
A small flower is moved in a dark room without knowing
The flower tries branching, but doesn't know if it can
It's vision is dimmed by the move of this plant...
But the flower transforms, now shaped like a person
It's aura is glowing, it's gorgeous, it's worthful
The flower doesn't know where it's in for the moment
For only time will tell what the future beholds it...
A rikus, An ruckus begins from the outside of its knowing
The four walls that surround begin gleaming and glowing
For the flower has realised that all lost become found
It takes time, and some water to figure stuff out...
We get lost in the times, where our hearts need a test
For the right path ain't easy, it's step after step
Take time for every moment, count grains in the sand
Let whispers in the dark carry your mind to far lands...
Flower oh flower, being lost is a gift
It's the first step of living, the first steps are this
When we're lost we see things in a whole different light
We guide ourselves through the pitch black of the night...
We make our own paths, we guide our own feelings
We build ourselves up but bring down when we're fearing
Whilst the world keepings on turning, the young flower knows
The dark room is a reason, the young flower could grow...
When we're lost we try searching, it's the beginning of truth
We think of our feelings, we learn things are new
We understand now, that the dark room was what's right
It showed us a path, without focusing on light...
The right path is a secret, only you can decide
Oh flower oh flower take pride in your stride
It's the lost that find light, the best path is reserved
For when we are lost, we make way, we observe
- Lavender.
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A Flower transformed
Poetry"A Flower Transformed" is a contemplative exploration of growth and self-discovery. Set against the backdrop of a summer sunset, the poem begins with a flower's transition from an unfamiliar dark room to a state of radiant transformation. As the flo...
