Journey from Bud to Flower
On a thunderous stormy night
On a thunderous stormy night
in the shadow of a pine
there ripe a bud,
with fragrance to blossom.
a bud with no dream but intention to stream
a bud with no fear
and nothing to cheer
but the bud can't be bud
as the bud need to grow
with hurdles to follow
with sun on its head
the bud creeping to dead
with drought rising high
the bud striving to survive
With hurdles following,
the bud starts glowing
Now the hurdles are game
with a taste of fame
The bud is now not a bud,
and is a flower
with fragrance to blossom.
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