A Beauty is Born

The solitary flower, hidden in the dark

Alone, neglected

Tentatively reaches out

For a ray of sunshine,

A drink of water

This flower maintains its outward appearance

Inside wilted, dry, thirsty

Her most beautiful petals

Have yet to bloom

Her slow death begins

Then, miraculously, a ray of sunshine

Breaks through

Bathing the flower in warmth and light

Much needed rains shower down

The flower, overwhelmed, begins to drown

Just before she concedes to her fate

A petal blooms;

Pink, perfect

Awaiting the hand of a skilled gardener

Under whom she will surely blossom

Tender hands pluck away the dry, wilted leaves

They fall to the ground with a gentle crackling sound

Making room for new growth

New roots take hold

A beauty is born


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