The sky was overcast
The stones dark and dry
Awaiting the downpour
I walked past the crevice
As usual and stopped
There in the recesses
I saw a tiny bud
It was strange
Stone giving birth
It was a moment to behold!
I was drawn to the crevice
Every day! I watched
The bud was inching forward
Growing, acquiring new colours
The progress was slow
The struggle was on
I was anxious
I was scared
Today the bud is out of the crevice
Today the petals are unfolding
Today the core will reveal
Its secrets!
The dew is soothing its pain
As the sun kisses the tip
The breeze infusing new energy
And the bud is transformed
A flower is born
Still green from the pains of birthing
Shy and not fully open
Peeking at me eager and mischievous
I rejoice the new-born
I gaze fondly and I reach out, almost
I realize… the bud needs no help
To blossom!
