The Blessing


Like a flower in the winter time,
All feelings die,yet,
As spring arrives that same flower tries,
Never wonders why,
Why does it die,
Why does it die to come back alive?
Deprived from sunlight,
No warmth in sight,
No matter the circumstance,
That same flower will fight,
Fighting for a space in a place,
Where it belongs, for years to come,
Bud will always find its way home,
Now winter may be long,
To bud it doesn't matter,
Rooted to home,
No matter the weather,
Shining bright in sunlight is the payoff,
But winter make it better,
Fight for your spot...You may get her.

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