DC (04-25-81 / tulare california)

Birth Of A Flower...

As I am a seed, planted inside the ground.
Ready to be nuture, by all type of caretaker.
As the mourning sun rises, gleaming on the other flowers.
While the time past by, im still in my final stage.
Wondering, when is my time I will bloom.
As the afternoon hits, it pouring down rain.
After the sky clear up, the sun peaks out.
Im still asking, when is my time I will bloom.
As I slowly emerge, I started to sprout out of the ground.

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Comments (4)

Lots of deep feelings with which we can all relate.
I really love this poem. Well written Derrick.
WONDERFUL WRITING DERRICK, TEN WITHOUT FAIL Love duncan X
lovely, we all have our time, roses, sunflowers or daisies. keep it up derrick.