She grew quietly in the wild
Surrounded by thorns
Clinging hold of the darkened soil
During rainfall
No light at first
In her roots she felt
Her way around
Every corner
She didn’t imagine
What she could become
Hidden from the treasure
Hidden from the sun
Then one day a rose petal fell,
Floated down to the soil
Kissing her stem, it spiralled
And inside, she recoiled
Peering up, another petal fell
She struggled to believe
Was the beautiful ruby red rose bush...
Was it she?
Choosing to go deep
To focus on her core
Never trying to become the blossom
That they all do adore
She knew only the ground
Digging deep all the time
Turning rain and dirt
In to something quite divine.
About the Creator
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