Growth
My beginning started under the earth
In the damp, dark, brown dirt of this world
My roots spreading beneath the surface
I began to take shape, reaching and stretching
Hoping to break through the earth and see what lies above
Slowly but surely I begin my growth as my stem breaks through the earth
My delicate bud is barely seen, but still there if you look
When the time is right and the conditions favorable
My petals stretch towards the sun, one by one
This flower finally blooms above the earth
In my own time, and in my own season
I am a flower with a rainbow of color
By: Lola O.
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