Bloom

I watch you grow.

A slow, certain rise,
Saluting the sun.


Unfurling into this world.
Eyes wide open.
Sheer delight.


Untarnished by judgement,
Untainted by cynicism.
Pure.


Your billowy form,
Unabashed, exuberant, alive.
Knowing in your beauty.


A silhouette of selflessness.
The rain barely ruffles you.
As it seeps through my seams,
I wipe the tears away.


The light goes down,
Your petals close up,
Till they greet the morning sun.

 


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