The Beauty of Growth


Dead grass revived by the childish sun
Drenched in water, aching for new beginnings
The winter winds that screamed in my ears, now run
They flee from the light of a new start
The morning dew entwines with fresh tears
As I breathe in all this change
The naiveness of the years
Turned growth

Chilly spring winds leave love bites on my skin
But do not strip me
I am beginning to see the beauty of the beginnings
The struggle of the start
The reward of the growth

Flowers no longer lower themselves in aimless submission
With the embrace of the summer sun, they blossom
Buds of hope rejoice in freedom
Drops of water shine like tiny stars upon gleaming petals
Broken in the purest way
For in the end, it was just growing pains

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem