bloom

Her only expectation is to bloom with might. Although she is small, although she is quiet, In the eyes of her gardener she will rise with strength. All winter she sits dormant in a paper bag, In the back room of a home depot. Many identical to her surround her in her space, As she impatiently awaits her future. When March comes she is planted, And by May she will shoot through the earth, Soaking up the sun and all its sweetness, Bringing serotonin to the people around her. She does not stand out, But she rather lies low. What will come of her is greater than what she started as, And all eyes will turn to her when she rises. This seed is small, This seed is tiny, This seed is quiet, But her potential is not any of this.