Seed in the Dark
Lotus flowers grow from black mud.
This is what Aaro sees,
standing at the edge of a
pond full of lotuses in the garden.
Beauty rises from darkness.
Pink petals open above murky water,
green leaves spread
like hands on the surface.
The roots know secrets
the flowers will never tell,
how strength comes from
places without light or colour.
What was buried
finds its way to light.
What seemed lost
becomes beautiful.
The garden speaks,
in whispers:
Every flower was once
a seed in the dark.
Aaro watches and learns.
Her joy blooms.
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