As my heart grows new,
Where there is life and fertile soil,
Seeds of change are planted,
They are blossoming and growing,

Growing and thriving,
Thriving and changing,
Changing and forming,
Forming and blooming,
Blooming and blossoming,
Blossoming in the most beautiful way,
Their God given beauty spreads out,
Like the wings of an eagle,
Bursting into beauty,
Encompassing it’s space,

Brilliant, rich, elegant, delicate,
Dancing in the wind.

Un-competing, unapologetic,
Natural.

The state of which it blooms,
Smiles surround it,
Talk about it,
Admire it,
Pick it and put it front and centre,
Show it off,
Smell is, kiss it, wish upon it.

They flower gets elevated.
The flower blooms only for itself.

There’s no external motivation,
no incentive other than its own sunshine.

It leads from the inside,
It’s a force to be reckoned with.
It creates beauty all around it just by being there.
It comforts, it leads from the core,
Just because.

Flower, my friend.