Winter came and went so fast,
all snow gone at last.
All flowers shimmer again,
but me, a nobody, all drained.
Because I'm stuck in a bud,
wailing with fright.
Will I never look beautiful?
Why will my wait not be fruitful?
Primary kids all look at other flowers,
not a glance at me because I'm a discard.
I sigh in helplessness,
that's when I saw a girl like a Goddess.
Leaving behind the scenic flowers,
that people would stare for hours.
She squats towards me; says,
I could stare at you for days.
You're still a bud,
so feel like mud.
But I want you,
flower with capability to be something new.
I'll wait for you to bloom,
this took away my gloom.
I realized,
soon I shall arise.
Saw beauty first time of spring,
all happiness it could bring.
Hey myself,
sadness vanished by itself.
Bloomed roses being worshipped by a lark,
instead of envy, I felt pride that soon I would be this star.
Because I now know,
growing up process is slow.
I find,
song playing in my mind.
I needn't worry as,
soon I'll be free.
I'll also grow up one day.
Maybe, I'll fret again next may.
But right now I have things to wonder about and enjoy.
See sun spreading joy.
A message to you too,
you are of great value.
You are beautiful inside and out,
So screaming out loud.
It might take you hours,
don't forget, you are still a blooming flower.
Took me the assistance of a goddess in disguise.
To understand this advice,
You have the key to your happiness.
Don't grow to fast; it will be a madness.
Because once you are mature and old,
you will sigh and say, "You were once a blooming flower."
