You started out in a flurry of dreams-
blinded to thorns by sweet petals;
Now the days are shorter,
and the cold wind is clearing your head;
you are still young, so young,
but now you are learning how to live,
recognizing the time for tears that matter,
making room for laughter,
and all the while, you are growing,
all the while you are realizing
that you are not a flower,
but a tree,
not delicate, but strong,
not slender, but wide and tall,
with many branches sprouting leaves
and many layers growing as you go about each day.
And just when you thought you were over
all the silliness that was once such rumination,
the absurd fears and laughable romances,
one crush you didn't know was still there
makes way for another you didn't see coming,
and summer begins all over again. |
Submission Name: Blossom
