Life Is Piece Of Puzzle Poem by Ezna Stephna

I can see the flower
Upon which my life grows,
Blooming into a fragrance of jasmine
See the hope and courage in
The strength of the roots

As long as I am, I will be.
The flower will never wilt or die.
As my life grows back,
I shall become strong and brave
I shall become only reliant on one.
That is willpower of me.

I will rise with my petals high.
My life as a flower will bloom
And prosper as I grow old.
I may not be the select of the patch
Although I am just as beautiful as the rest.

I will stand as one, but not a lonely soul.
The tears self-control is far from my smile.
God is with me whom I need the most.