The Blossom
The seedwas thrown away
Cast aside
for a better day
Sitting alone
in the garden shed
She wasn’t alive,
she wasn’t dead
Seasons came
and seasons went
Summer days
and winter spent
Forgotten by
the garden master
Not a life
just disaster
A loving hand
plucked her up
Placed at last
in the sowing cup
Planted deep
on a gentle plain
Sunshine bright
and blessed rain
Pain of growth
wracked her soul
To reach the sky
the ultimate goal
Blossom bright
in that final day
Watching the children
laugh and play
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