So it is the timid but resolute bud
That pushes through the dirt of grave soils
To emerge keen and hungry
Craving the nourishment of brightness
And even on those unforgiving days
When the glare threatens to char all tenderness
It trusts that even the harshest light that blinds
Will burn only those redundant layers
The fully ripe ones for shedding
So it can let go and unshackle
And become itself more
So when the rains come
Everything will be washed away
Busy rivers the bearers of old burdens
For the spirit of life is the will to blossom
And love the shepherd of the storm
That beckons us all to be resplendent
Rise up and stand strong in the struggle
© 2014 Lizzie Lumsden All Rights Reserved
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