A bud of flower waiting to bloom
Until darkness came and consumed
This little flower wanted to move
It wanted to show its beauty soon
But darkness fed it with negativity
It then came scared of its own doom
The little flower prayed up above
That the creator would help it see the light
With every spectacle of hope it would wait
Until the Creator would help it bloom and grow
Still the darkness was inside its heart
But it found hope and faith and finally saw the light.
