Dark, humble beginning—
Buried beneath cold, damp soil.
Questioning the point, the purpose,
The meaning, behind the toil.
Finally, a breakthrough—
A small shoot of green.
Stretching, reaching, looking for sky,
A yellow burst erupts on the scene.
A flower, petals smooth as silk—
Growing to the height of a man.
But all too soon, seasons change,
The end, before it truly began.
Wilted by the weight of the seeds—
Drooping, tilting back to the dirt.
Drops of rain slide down like tears,
Unanswered questions, unexplained hurt.
One Word at a Time 