The Awakening of her soul
didn’t happen in the resounding
of fireworks illuminating the
ebony sea as so she had dreamed.
Instead it came in the watering
of a wildflower growing by the
roadside.
Wilting in the heat of a hot
summer sun.
Often overlooked by the man
passersby
Told to let it be- for it will either
flourish or it will die…
But where they saw a weed,
she saw hope and beauty
Alive
And so she watered the hope
Growing by the roadside
Wilting in the heat of a hot
summer sun
And she watched it flourish
And she watched it bloom
And its blossoms became a tree
And the many passersby
Who had only seen a weed
Marveled at the beauty
Alive
Where once overlooked
Left to flourish …or to die
