A blossom learned to keep
her petals closed last winter;
she was unwilling to sustain
the attraction of those intent
on deflowering her.
So, she stood unopened; coated
in a thin film of dewy tears
until the Sun urged her to open
up, planting her where she could
receive care abundantly.
He told her he would shine just
for her. But, she didn't know what
to do with this newfound light, for
before she had grown accustomed
to dry and dreary soil.
The Sun transferred his warmth to her,
expecting none in return. So, instead
of growing in stature-to reach him,
she grew from the outside in, and
became stunted.
She was reluctant to spread her love.
When she finally dispersed her seeds,
the winds had shifted causing them
to fall at her feet where weeds
sprouted, smothering her.
By this winter, she had curled up,
doubtful of blooming again. But
she knew nature renewed itself,
and she was confident the Sun
would find her once more.