Like a Wildflower

A year ago, a little seedling was implanted on to the ground.

Weak, fragile, and uncertain.

With much potential to become one of the most beautiful flowers,

It had the soil to make it grow,

A little sun, a little shower,

But just didn’t seem to sprout.

And for a while, it stayed that way.

It seemed almost as if it wanted to stay that way.

But through some strange twist of fate,

Something changed.

And this little, weak seedling that I thought would never sprout,

Began to grow.

The shell cracked, it’s insides came out, and everything changed.

To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it looked like complete destruction.

A withered flower soon became a symbol of grace,

Rooted in humility yet standing with quiet strength.

Each day it shed its past and grew,

Turning less into what it once was,

And more into what it was meant to be — a blooming flower.