Afraid to bloom, hiding beneath the shadows of trees.
Gentle breeze lends whispers that put the mind at ease.
The sun touching petals idle I stand.
Beneath me, the soil replaced by burning sand.
Above me, I see a giant extend a gentle hand.
Ripped from the ground, I fail to understand.
Afraid I lose some petals, ashamed of what I am.
A lonely flower now in a stranger's hand.
In soil, I am placed, but still, I'm yet to bloom.
I see a journey ahead filled with peril and doom.
The seasons come and go, and I am yet to understand.
I miss the horrible burning of that long-forgotten sand.
But in this soil, I take hold and let my roots grow.
Afraid of what I was, eager to let go.