A flower by my window,
Swaying in the gentle breeze,
Soaking up the loving sun,
And the wind rustling the trees.
A pleasant sight when waking up.
Like a symbol of the wanted peace.
Slowly opening to reveal itself,
Beautiful as its petals' size increase.
Wonderful colors bright and tremendous.
Aromas that can't be ignored.
As I stare at nature's incredible creation,
I wonder what my future has in store.
Will I blossom and be noticed?
What does it take to become so bright?
Can I find what I seek in the morning's sun,
Or am I destined to a painful blight?
While pondering the thoughts,
Brought on by the sight of a flower,
I realized I have the ability to choose,
Unlike the flower, I am full of power.
I have the power to decide,
What will happen throughout my days,
I have the right to blossom,
And be beautiful in all ways.