and she blossomed in the summer
some said late, but the dew on her leaves said she was right on time.
and the ground had to break to let her through
and some said it would hurt her delicate form
but the light inside of her was so bright,
there was no pain.
and there was love.
the sweetest love she had ever known.
and her petals bowed in it’s presence
and she became more vivid as the love flooded her roots with life
and she was so eternally grateful.
and with each morning’s sun, she knew she was alive.
– Nisha Moodley