Determination of The Mind

A  rose bud is spawn in a empty abyss

Limp, gasping for breath his leaves reach out helpless, an exasperated attempt for love. His enemies tell him he will never make it and he is afraid this will be his truth

He is not ready to bloom

A rose bud is spawn in shadowed hollow

He has fears of the vast earth before him

He is a single bud with no other, a lone orphan with no mother Ravenous ravens lurk in the open musty smog above

Armies of clouds ramble in for attack and mock the little bud.

None provide bud any pity

Bud only is carried by the cracked soil the world has provided.

He gazes up through the accumulation

After deep contemplation the rose bud decides he will not choose to suffer

No longer will he whimper, no longer will he be afraid; he summons a courage he had now discovered within himself

He has been deprived and beaten in his sullen scenery

But he is done with putting himself down

After all he is a rose bud, he is meant to be beautiful

He was meant to change his ground with his magnificence

He feels it through his roots.

He accepts this new truth

He awakes from his travesty and finds himself bewildered!

He erects his stem and feels the tingling water droplets throughout his body

His limp body tightens ;the sensation now reaches his roots as he sucks the sweet drops of rain that invade his pores

The soil turns rich and the arousing seduction causes him to open his pedals

Bud believes in his significance

Bud is now ready to bloom