Hope

A flower begins a bloom for the season

Not a care in the world because it has no reason

Some call its actions treason since the flower isn’t pleasing

The majorities idea of the normal way to bloom but the flower keeps on easing

While the flower is blooming a petal begins to fall

Yet a swift shift in the wind answers to the call

The flower now sways in the wind while maintaining its current bloom

But the season changes, the wind begins to die off, so the flower begins to look gloom

Looking to assume that the past bloom will resume

The flower loses more petals, waiting for the wind to come back soon

Patiently and calm the flower sits and tries to sway

Believing its catching a glimpse of the wind again, thinking it has come back to play

Day by day another petal falls

Hoping the wind comes again to answer its call