The Love Blossom

There it sat in stangnant soil, waiting for the right conditions to bloom and prosper. 

That little seed how it longed to live, instead it sat in darkness and it suffered.


The little seed was far removed from the gardens of color that flurished around it.

The sun would always shine around it, but never did that little seed see the orange yellow hues of nourishment.


Eventually when the time was right, there was a darkness that felt like extended night.

That seed so small and frail, cried and cried begging the soil to take its little life.


Whe the darkness bled into day and all the anger had gone away, that little seed how it begged for life.


The rain came down and fed its newly formed roots, time went on and how that little seed bloomed..

Pinks and reds and shades the other gardens never even knew.

How it smiled and laughed with great delight as it ventured into the glorious days and basked in the coldest nights.

That little blossom now so beautiful and strong , from that little seed it has grown...

And now when the gardens ask for the little seeds name, it simply says I am the love blossom, and I grew out of darkness and rain...