The Bud

I saw the sun for the first time today Gleaming in all its glory With the singing birds and buzzing bees At me; just for me. The bees ignored me I asked one why She said I was young still And that my time is sadly days away How long is a day? I asked my stem She said to me, fascinatingly so A day is how long it takes for the sun to stop gleaming for you The sun did stop gleaming, became dimmer and dimmer The beautiful darkness lasted just as long as the day The stem said, “this is night, when owls hoot and crickets sing” The Sun hides to let the stars shine As the Sun arose once more, My petals unfolded just a little Each day I became more beautiful Until at last, I became edible