Growth


A flower has to be a bud
Before it grows into a rose.
Before a picture is taken
A model has to pose.
The sky has to cry
Before a rainbow forms.
Lightning strikes down
Only during a dark storm.
You tell me you’re ugly,
But all I see is a bud.
A cloud about to turn dark,
Getting ready for a flood.
You might be a little green,
But give yourself some room.
You might be a bud now,
But I know one day you’ll bloom.

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