The Seasonality of Life

Newborn bud, as dainty as a feather

You sway in the crisp spring breeze,

As pure as ever.

Never sinned, never tainted, 

Your destiny greatly anticipated.

Innocent bud, as you come out of hiding

How will you cope with,

The sun’s radiant heat, blinding?

Will the rains quench your thirst or the earth satiate your hunger?

Or will the elements pull you asunder?

Twisting and turning your petals arch up to the sky.

No obstacle stands in your way,

 You’re ready to fly.

Leaves fall around you withered and dried,

But you are invincible and will not abide. 

A gust of wind blows on in,

As winter deals a harsh hand.

Your virgin beauty hibernates within.

Awaiting Spring with silent mirth,  

You relish the prospect of revegetation and rebirth.