Flower
A flower slowly grows.
Unaware of what it will become.
As it gets older, leaves start to fall.
Wind and seasons knock it down but still the flower keeps its shape.
The flower grows tall and strong but still has to face the bugs that come on its leaves.
Soon the bugs disappear and the flower realizes it was strong all along.
It had to face the obstacles before it could fully bloom.
Copyright © Christina Wiliams | Year Posted 2012
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