One Tulip is quietly waiting for her turn to bloom as a bud In The Wind. Closed, protected and guarded by her petals.……
One Tulip is quietly waiting for her turn to bloom as a bud
In
The
Wind.
Closed, protected and guarded by her petals.
To be safe when the time comes.
It’s raining hard and the wind is stronger.
Her cries are getting louder.
Begging for relief,
Where is the light
Of the sun,
To let her bloom.
Days go by where it’s cloudy.
The clouds are such teases.
Giving the tulips what she wants
Just
for
a
Minute.
There’s a sigh of relief
And then it’s
taken
away.
She’s giving up on finding the sun.
She is falling apart.
Losing the color in her petals.
Relief is nowhere in sight.
She feels as if she failed.
On the brink of wilting,
The trees move their branches.
The tulip is exposed to the sun and her rays.
“Soak
It
All
In”,
Said the trees.
Here’s another chance.
For life.
Once she feel the rays
She grows.
She’s able to bloom.
How
Beautiful
Is
She.