The secret is encased
in a delicate green shell
where protection leads to mystery
and tiny dewdrops dwell
Slowly, the bud opens
peeking through known security
Innocence is shed, not taken
as it realizes its physicality
The bud, now a flower
unfurls in the sun
petals firm but soft
tell of what has begun
Vivid red petals
streaked with white
meet the day with joy
and hesitantly, the night
It sways gently
calmed by trust
grown with love
and nurtured by lust
Youth is lost;
experience is gained
peaceful and beautiful
true potential attained.
(Originally written 11/6/2009)
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