The flower has Bloomed

by maestra_abaja

July 2, 2013

I planted a seed

In the fresh soil and dirt

Ready to create new life.

When I buried the seed I said to it,

"You'll bloom to be a flower one day, my love."

But the seed did not respond,

As it should not.

And everyday I watered the seed

And sang it a gentle lullaby:

"I love you, little seed

So small, so petite.

One day you shall grow up like me

And bask in the earth's beauty."

And for the first two weeks

Still I saw no change.

No life, no love, no growth in my seed.

Nothing for me to marvel at.

I became weary, thinking maybe...

Maybe the seed had no life or love to bring.

So I planned a funeral for my tiny little seed

And put lilies, dandelions and roses around the grave.

I then knelt before my little seed,

My unborn flower

And sang my little song.

"I love you, little seed

So small, so petite.

May you rest underground

And forever rest in peace.

May you give life to what is around you

Though you yourself have not.

I love you my unborn flower.

I pray that you never rot."

As I sang the tears fell from my eyes

To my checks,

From my checks, to the dirt above the seed.

And with a sigh of grief

I left the seed.

For the next days I wallowed about, in my distress

And stayed in

For the emptiness and loneliness

Had found its way into my heart.

But the next day the sun came out

And so I figured so should I.

I looked over at the grave and saw

That all the other flowers had died

But amongst the brown death-

I. Saw. Green.

I walked over to the pile

And what I saw was beyond belief.

My tiny little seed had started to breathe.

But in that instant I realized

That I had been wrong all along.

Just because my flower was not born

Didn't mean that I had to die.

Because my seed loves me and,

Because before the flower came to bloom

There was always love, growth, birth, and life..

In the seed.

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