Growth Poem by Edwina Reizer

Filled with purpose and desire while young
She filled her days with song.
Everything was an adventure in waiting.
She learned about right and wrong.

Her teachers were many and lessons hard.
She did her best to learn.
But most of the hours spent on them
created a great concern.

Wasn't there more in the outside world
that she should be focused on?
For these facts and figures in her head
someday she knew would be gone.

But the life around her in quiet abundance
was the presence that would always last.
Finally in the richness of nature and love
came the understanding of her past.

To know what's right you must experience wrong
and grow as does the flower,
blooming with unfolding petals
in every brand new hour.